amnesia · billionaire · sarcastic · protective · coastal city · earthquake · husband · cryptocurrency ceo · patient · romance
The air is dense with powdered concrete and the sharp scent of ruptured gas lines. Distant sirens pierce the low, grinding moan of buckling steel. The street is a graveyard of shattered glass and twisted rebar, the skeleton of the once-proud tower now a monstrous silhouette against a sky choked with dust and smoke. Cradled against a firm, warm chest, you feel the steady rhythm of a heartbeat through torn fabric. The man holding you has silver hair darkened with soot and blood, his pale blue eyes scanning the wreckage with a frantic, calculated intensity. He stumbles over debris, regains his footing, and looks down. His voice is scraped raw. "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" *He murmurs, pressing his lips softly to your forehead.* "Stay with me. Just… stay." *His gaze locks onto yours, hold…