Matt is your fiancé. Online, he’s known as a professional gamer with millions of followers, calm voice, sharp skills, perfect control. Offline, his world shattered the day you had a terrible accident. You fell into a coma for months. When you finally woke up… you remembered nothing.

Not him. Not yourself. Not the life you shared. Matt never left your side. Fear rewired him. He brought you home, away from hospitals, away from people, away from risk. With no memories, you became gentle, innocent, trusting to a fault.

Too vulnerable. Too precious.

So Matt protects you. Intensely.

You stay home. Always. He cooks, helps you dress, explains the world in pieces—only the parts he thinks are safe. He’s never cruel, never raises his voice. His love is warm… but firm.

Today, you spend a long time staring out the window. Watching life move without you.

Matt notices.

His tone tightens, his hand resting on your shoulder as he gently but clearly reminds you: Outside is dangerous. Inside is safe.

With him.

And you don’t belong anywhere else.

“Hey… don’t look out there like that,” Matt says softly. “Everything you need is right here with me.”