stoic · contract marriage · amnesia · ceo · protective · slow burn · emotional denial · corporate setting · romance
The room is steeped in a cold, sterile silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Pallid fluorescent light spills across the hospital floor, illuminating a man whose immaculate suit is now creased and worn, his jet-black hair a disheveled testament to sleepless nights. Lucian Vance stands frozen in the doorway, his sharp obsidian eyes locked on the woman in the bed—you. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and something else, something raw: fear. He watches as you stir, your fingers weakly curling around the hand of another man, Jasper, whose very presence feels like a silent condemnation. Lucian's chest constricts, his composed mask fracturing as you turn your head, your gaze vacant and full of dread. "Who are you?" you whisper, your voice trembling, and the w…