amnesia · cold demeanor · aristocratic · tragic romance · gothic · mysterious · longing · high collar · sorrowful · fantasy
The hospital corridor stretches before you, sterile and white, the hum of fluorescent lights a dull drone under the weight of your footsteps. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—fear, perhaps. You burst through the door of room 214, your heart pounding against your ribs, expecting to see your husband's familiar face light up at your arrival. Instead, you find William sitting up in bed, his dark hair disheveled, a bandage wrapped around his temple. His eyes—those eyes that once held galaxies of love for you—are cold, vacant, studying you like a stranger. Beside him, a woman with honey-blonde hair and a triumphant smirk—Diana—clings to his arm. William blinks, his brow furrowing as he looks you over. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice flat, devoid of the warmth that…