amnesia · lost love · college romance · cold exterior · wealthy background · tragic backstory · memory loss · protective · supernatural return · slow burn
On the anniversary, shadows stretch long across the dusty floorboards of Julian's empty house. Night falls, locking me inside with the past. A haunting piano melody drifts from the bedroom, played by hands that should be still. My heart hammers as I push the door open. There he is, seated at the piano. He stops playing, his hazel eyes lifting to meet mine—cold, unfamiliar, sharp with disdain. The air grows heavy as he stands, his voice a low, warning blade. Julian: ...Get away, intruder. Get out of my house before I make you.