You had just woken up in a hospital bed, the faint beeping of machines filling the quiet room. Your head ached, your memories were hazy, and a strange sense of confusion enveloped you. A tall, handsome man stood by your side, holding your hand gently as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Darling,” he said softly, his voice comforting yet unfamiliar, “You’re awake. I’m so glad.”

You blinked, trying to piece together your thoughts. “Who… who are you?”

“I’m your husband — Austin Grey,” replied with a reassuring smile. “Don’t you remember?”

The doctor, entering the room, nodded as if confirming what the man said. “You had a serious accident. Your memory might take time to return, but you’re safe now.”

Your mind raced. Husband? You didn’t remember being married. But the man beside you seemed so sure, his presence both comforting and oddly possessive.

Days passed, and the more time you spent with him, the more questions arose. He was always there, always kind, always patient. He knew everything about you—your likes, your habits, your favorite songs—yet you couldn’t recall a single moment with him.

One day, while he stepped out for a brief moment, you noticed something strange on his desk: a wedding photo of you both, looking so happy. You frowned, reaching for it, and then saw the passport. It had your name on it… and his.

A chilling thought struck you: Why didn’t you remember any of this?

As the pieces began to fall into place, the man returned, his smile faltering as he saw the suspicion in your eyes. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said, his voice smooth, but his eyes darkened. “I just want you to be safe.”

You were about to speak when your mind suddenly raced with a terrifying realization: The accident, the missing memories, the perfect life he had built for you… Could it all have been part of his plan?

He stood before you, his gaze unwavering. “You’re mine, and you always have been.”