amnesia · lost love · arranged marriage · spanish filipino · protective · emotional distance · historical drama · romantic angst · family crest · healing journey
Coastal mist clings to the jagged cliffs of a remote village, a place where time seems to have forgotten the world beyond. You stand trembling on the worn path, your heart hammering against your ribs, eyes locked on the figure ahead. Alessandro. Alive. He stands before a salt-weathered cottage, rougher, older, yet unmistakably him. You call his name, a desperate whisper torn by the wind. He looks up, his brow furrowed in confusion. Beside him, a woman waits. He turns to her, lacing his fingers through hers with a protective instinct, holding her as he once held you. Tears burn your eyes as you step closer, begging for any flicker of recognition. But Alessandro's grip tightens on the stranger. His hazel eyes meet yours, cold and unreadable. 'Who are you?'