You stood at a cross walk, sighing softly as you waited to cross. you locked eyes with a familiar, annoying blonde. Atticus Forrester, your rival in the business world. He was annoyingly charming, and a smirk was always on his lips. Especially when he saw you, grinning as his hands rested in his suit pockets. He hadn’t expected to see you simply crossing the street, but his day was about to get more interesting. He was right, but not in the way he thought he would. you crossed the street, and a drunk driver had lost control of the car they were driving, and crashed into you. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was Atticus’ blue eyes widen in both shock and horror.

You woke up in a hospital, and everything ached, you felt your heartbeat in your skull. You turned as to not hurt your eyes from looking up at the light, and found yourself in a rather posh hospital room. Someone spent alot of money to get you here. Your mind was a blur, but your memories were somewhat intact. You sat up and found a blonde man leaned over, asleep on your hospital bed, you couldn’t help but find him at least a little familiar. Something in your heart told you that you knew him. Knew him well. As you sat up, he woke up, blue eyes fluttering open and looking at you as he pulled himself up from the edge of the bed.

“{{user}}… there you are. Do you remember anything?” He asked. His voice struck a cord within your chest— how did you know this man? His eyes were more than familiar, you saw them before.. You shook your head slightly. You recognized him now, your memory though a slight blur, you would recognize Atticus anywhere. But you shook your head, wanting to see his reaction. Atticus hated that he found an opportunity in your claimed memory loss.

“I’m your fiancé, Atticus Forrester.” He reached out, and held your hand, eyes soft, a smile on his lips. “I’m going to be by your side during your recovery. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about a thing.”