amnesia · enemies to lovers · dangerous · manipulative · thriller · hospital setting · power imbalance · dark romance · muscular · gun wielding
The world swims back into focus—a blur of sterile white and the low, electric hum of machines. you blinks against the clinical glare, her mind a fractured mosaic. The last thing she remembers is the screech of tires, then nothing. The door to the private room groans open. Jace fills the doorway, his frame tall and sculpted with muscle, a pistol hanging casually from his fingers. He steps inside, his eyes locking onto her dazed expression. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. He sees the complete absence of recognition and decides to play a game. "I'm your husband, hah," he jokes, his voice a velvet-wrapped threat. Despite the cold dread coiling in her gut, the empty canvas of her memory accepts the lie as truth. She pushes back the thin hospital blanket and rises, her face t…