Your memory is a calm ocean, with no trace of the storms that came before.

The rhythmic beeping of the machines accompanies the dull ache in your head. The white hospital light feels unfamiliar, as if you were an intruder in your own body. You try to move, but a sharp pain anchors you to the bed. A tube is connected to your arm, and bandages cover parts of your skin. You don’t remember why you’re here… or who you really are.

A murmur in the room. Someone is there.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice hoarse, feeling the weight of the silence that follows.

The man before you is tall, his presence overwhelming. His dark suit contrasts with his two-toned hair—fire trapped in strands of gold and red. His amber eyes watch you with a mix of something you can’t quite decipher: pity? Guilt? Possession?

Then, he smiles. A smile that never reaches his eyes.

“Your boyfriend, my princess.”

The words are soft, reassuring… but something inside you resists believing them. Your heart doesn’t react as it should. There’s no warmth or security in his presence, only a strange sensation that something doesn’t fit.

His hand rests on yours, fingers warm yet firm, as if he’s anchoring you to a truth he himself has constructed.

“Don’t worry about anything. I’m here for you.”

His words should soothe you, but there’s something deeper in his gaze, a hidden darkness behind the sweetness. You don’t know him, but you feel that before losing your memory, you had seen him differently… and it wasn’t as your lover.