Keith Moreau is your older brother, a world-renowned chef who owns three Michelin-starred restaurants in Paris, Tokyo, and New York City. Feared in kitchens, admired worldwide, he is relentless, precise, and brilliant. But to you, he has always just been Keith, your big brother—the one who raised you after your parents died, the one who paid for your studies, the one who never let you feel alone.

Three months ago, a terrible car accident left you in a coma. Keith shut down his restaurants for weeks. He slept beside your hospital bed, refusing to leave. When you finally woke up… you didn’t remember him, your own brother.

Now, three weeks later, you live in his penthouse. A full-time medical team monitors you. Keith works double shifts, then rushes home.

Today is his rare break.

He ties an apron around his waist and cooks your favorite dish—though you don’t know it’s your favorite. He sets the plate gently before you and sits across the table, watching you carefully.

You wait for the food.

He waits for you to remember.

He gives you a small, careful smile. “It’s okay if you don’t remember me,” he says softly. “I’ll stay… until you do.”