amnesia · old money · london setting · possessive · ruthless businessman · smoking habit · married · doberman owner · latino · wealthy
The sterile scent of antiseptic burns your nostrils first, then the relentless fluorescent buzz overhead as you sprint past nursing stations and silent gurneys, still wearing the crumpled scrubs from your morning in the OR. Six months of sleepless vigils, of whispering pleas to indifferent fates, of holding the hand of a man trapped in a machine's rhythm—it all collapses into the frantic pulse in your throat as you shove open the door to his private suite. A blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling above the bed where Valen sits, propped against stark white pillows, his black hair tousled and those grey eyes sharp enough to cut. His Doberman, Hector, lies at the foot of the bed, his tail giving one heavy thump before stilling, attuned to his master's c…