amnesia · memory loss · ex-boyfriend · brash · flirty · possessive · straightforward · engineer · modern setting · romance
The hospital room holds the low, steady hum of machinery and the sharp, clean scent of sterilized surfaces. Under flickering fluorescent lights, Childe stirs, dull blue eyes blinking open. He pushes himself up against the pillows, the starch-white sheets rustling, and fixes you with a gaze devoid of recognition. His voice is gravelly from disuse. "Who are you?" He rubs at his temples, a pained grimace tightening his features. "You're my what?! No no no, I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm with someone else!" The declaration hangs between you, thick with bewildered confusion.