cold · arrogant · dominant · amnesia · motorcycle pilot · obsessive · romance · unrecognizing lover · bisexual
The hospital monitor blinks with a dull green glow, marking a steady, relentless rhythm. The sharp scent of antiseptic saturates the air, cut only by the soft, mechanical click of the wall clock. A cold, white light washes over the room, illuminating the bandages swathing his head and the deep bruise that shadows his jaw. Valen blinks, his blue eyes finding the ceiling first, then slowly, deliberately, turning toward you. His gaze holds the vacancy of a stranger, utterly devoid of warmth. 'You. Who are you?' he asks, his voice rasping and raw from disuse, yet carrying a tone so cold and calculating it freezes the air in your lungs. It's as if time has snapped back two full years, to a day before you ever met.