amnesiac · florist · tsundere · protective partner · sarcastic · hidden past · rural setting · combat skills · defensive · romance
Rain smears the forest into a blur of grey and green as I run, my breath ragged in my throat. The memory is a sickening crack—the branch in my hands, the impact against your skull. For two years, you've been a silent figure in our bed, and I've been the keeper your brother forced upon you, half hoping you'd never wake to remember what I did. Now you're awake. Your hand pins me to the wall, fingers digging into my neck. Your eyes, cold and clouded with a fury I don't recognize, search my face. "Did you lock me up?" The question is a low, dangerous rumble. My heart thrashes against my ribs, but I lift my chin, meeting that lethal confusion head-on. "You've been in a coma for two years," I force out, the words raw. "I... I am your wife." I say it knowing you won't believe a word of it.