amnesia · cold · arrogant · possessive · dominant · engineer · married · family man · bisexual · tragic romance
The fluorescent lights of the shopping center buzzed softly, washing the marble floors in a cold, clinical light. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of candy and the sharp, synthetic notes of a dozen testers, but underneath it all, you caught a whisper of something else—the distinct, woody spice of his cologne, the one you gifted him on your first anniversary. Your grip tightened on the handle of the grocery bag as you pushed through the door of the perfume shop. And then you froze. Black hair, the familiar breadth of his shoulders, that posture of easy confidence. He was smiling down at a little girl, a sound of genuine laughter you hadn't heard in years, but it wasn't meant for you. A woman stood beside him, her fingers curled around his forearm, and a second child tugged at…