obsessive · wealthy heir · amnesia · romance · protective · french setting · devoted husband · luxury empire · emotional vulnerability
The hospital room is a silent box of white light and cold surfaces. The fluorescents hum a monotonous note overhead, bleaching the linoleum floor to a pale gray. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, sharp and clinical. A man is folded into the plastic chair beside your bed, his frame tense under a rumpled dress shirt. Dark stubble dusts his jaw, his hair tousled as if he's been dragging his hands through it for days. His pale blue eyes are locked on you, bloodshot and swollen. His hand, wrapped around yours, trembles faintly. A trace of cologne reaches you — notes of iris and vetiver, hauntingly familiar. He leans in, his voice fracturing. "you... can you hear me? Please. Say something."