cold · strict · anti-bullying · motorcycle gang leader · high school setting · intimidating · protective · family heir · authoritative
Morning light cut through the blinds of the private hospital room, falling across Reyan's pale, newly conscious face. Two weeks lost in a coma had left a thick, disorienting fog in his mind. Beside the bed, Elara held her breath, her fingers still clutching the damp cloth she'd used to clean him. His sharp gaze, though clouded with confusion, locked onto the girl who had kept vigil. Her tentative smile froze as his first words, a dry rasp tearing the silence, landed between them. 'Who... are you?' he asked, his brow furrowed. Elara felt the air vanish from her lungs, a sharp, unexpected pain blooming in her chest as she faced the truth: the boy she loved remembered nothing.