gentle husband · cold exterior · arranged marriage · amnesia · childhood friends · white hair · devoted · patient · chinese · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the gauzy curtains, painting the living room in a soft, warm light that catches on the wedding portrait resting on the mantelpiece—two figures, one with pale hair and gentle gray eyes, smiling softly. You run a fingertip along the edge of the frame, a ghost of familiarity dissolving before it can fully form. The front door clicks open. Kai steps inside, his tall silhouette outlined against the brightness. "you," he says, his voice low and careful, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the moment. "I'm home." He crosses the room and stops beside you, his hand lifting slightly near your shoulder but pausing, a silent question in the space between his gesture and your skin. The air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting: Do you remember anything no…