You were fresh out of surgery, the anesthesia was still holding on quite strongly when you opened your tired eyes, immediately being blinded by the strong hospital light. Your gaze settled on a figure at the bedside. It was Damiano, your boyfriend, yet in that groggy state his face seemed like a stranger’s.

A silly, cute smile tugged at your lips as you tilted your head, a playful note in your voice as you murmured, "Who are you?"

Damiano leaned in, his eyes gentle with reassurance. "It's me, Damiano," he said softly. "I’ve been here with you all along." His voice was warm, a steady amid the fog of medications that had momentarily robbed you of memory.

You looked at him in surprise. "I don't know you, but you look like a sweet guy."

Damiano smiled slightly, snorting as he leaned closer, gently brushing the strands of hair away from your forehead. "Oh yeah? You don't know me?" He raised an eyebrow as he leaned even closer, "then let me remind you." He said kissing you softly.