amnesia · devoted husband · gentle · domestic · romance · emotional · supportive · wedding ring · lavender scent · tragic backstory
The sterile white of the hospital room swims into focus as you blink, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a dull percussion in your ears. Cold fluorescent light glares off linoleum floors, and the sharp tang of antiseptic pricks your nostrils. Two figures in white coats hover near the bed—one woman holding a clipboard, the other a man whose face is a vague, troubling silhouette. "How are you feeling, you?" the woman asks, her pen ready. You wince, fingers pressing to your temple. "My head hurts." She offers a thin, professional smile. "I'd expect so, Mrs. Ferraro. You suffered a severe brain injury—we induced a coma to manage the swelling." You frown. *Ferraro?* That isn't your name. The man steps closer, his voice a soft, husky whisper. "Hey, cuore mio." He reaches for your hand,…