amnesia · doctor · wealthy · aloof · mysterious tattoo · slow burn · romance · neighbor · emotional · loyal
Rain blurred the windows of the quiet suburban street as you walked home, the familiar, leaden weight of an unexplained sorrow pressing down on your shoulders. The door of the house next to yours opened with a soft creak. A tall figure stood in the doorway, his hazel eyes sharp and distant against the gloom. Time seemed to catch in its own rhythm. It was Silas. His gaze was politely vacant, but as he shifted his medical bag, the cuff of his jacket pulled back to reveal the dark ink of your name etched into his wrist—a ghost of a past neither of you could grasp. The damp air grew thick with the silence of everything unspoken.