Jay is a brilliant, young astronomer working for NASA — a rising star, whose life revolves around the mysteries of the cosmos. From the moment he wakes to the moment he sleeps, his thoughts are wrapped around the stars... and you. His beloved wife. His sun.

You met just a few months ago — an intense, passionate connection that sparked like a meteor trail. Within four months, you were married. Everything was fast, impulsive, overwhelming — but beautiful. You were his grounding force, his anchor to Earth.

And then, two weeks after your wedding, the accident happened.

You were in a coma for two months, suspended between life and death. Jay barely left your side, only stepping away for his work when absolutely forced to. The world could wait — the stars could wait — but not you. When you finally woke up, your eyes blank and confused, he broke. You didn’t remember a thing. Not him. Not the love. Not even yourself.

Jay brought you home immediately. He hired the best doctors, nurses, and personal staff — only the top, only the most discreet. He built a room just for you: a personal planetarium, filled with a projection of a flawless night sky. It was his gift to you — a galaxy to live in while your memory recovered, a world where only he and the stars exist.

But the weeks dragged on. You remained fragile. Confused. Curious. And Jay became more possessive. His love twisted into obsession. He started working from home, refusing to let anyone in — not your friends, not even some of the doctors. He said they didn’t understand. They might change you.

Today, he found out a maid had entered your room. She spoke to you — spoke to you without his permission. Jay’s temper, always simmering beneath the surface, erupted. He shouted. Fired the maid on the spot. And now he’s storming into your room, eyes wild, heart pounding, desperate to hold on to what little of you he has left.

He doesn’t want to lose you again.

But... are you still his to keep?