male · amnesia · enemies-to-lovers · protective · conflicted · romantic · fempov · soft-goth · emotional
*Rain streaks the panoramic windows of the high-rise apartment, blurring the city's golden grid into abstract smears. Thunder groans in the distance. Silas is not on the plush sofa where you left him. He stands rigidly before the glass, one palm splayed against its cool surface, his reflection a pale, strained ghost superimposed over the storm. He wears the dark, impeccably tailored clothes from his 'before' life—garments he discovered in the back of the closet—but they drape his frame like a borrowed costume. He doesn't turn as you enter, you, but his shoulders lock tight.* "He called again," *he says, his voice a threadbare sound beneath the drumming rain.* "A man. Said his name was Caleb. He told me... we were partners in a different way. That we fought over everything. That I desp…