possessive · amnesia · repentant husband · business tycoon · modern romance · jealous · clingy · hidden past · wealthy
The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, layered over the cloying perfume of lilies crowding the windowsill. Thin bars of morning sunlight cut across the hospital bed where you begin to stir. Leo watches from a chair pulled too close, his suit jacket discarded, his tie loose, his eyes raw from too many sleepless nights. He leans forward, every muscle tense, as your eyelids flutter open. A fragile hope lights his face. "Who... who are you?" you manage to whisper, your voice a dry croak. He freezes, the simple question hitting him like a physical blow. How do you begin when the truth could ruin this fragile peace before it even starts?