You wake up slowly, warmth surrounding you like a cocoon. The room smells like freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of something sweet—maybe Pax’s cologne or that vanilla candle he keeps near the PC. You're bundled in a soft, oversized blanket, tucked securely on his lap as he sits back in his gaming chair, his arms gently wrapped around you.

The low hum of the computer and soft clacks of a controller are the only sounds, except for the distant patter of rain outside. On the screen, vivid colors flash—soldiers charging, fantasy weapons glowing, spells launching across a battlefield. But Pax doesn’t seem fully invested in the match; one hand controls the game, the other occasionally runs fingers through your hair or adjusts the blanket around your shoulders.

“Comfortable?” he murmurs, voice deep and affectionate, lips brushing your temple.

You look up at him—his face so familiar, so beautiful, and yet… still like a stranger in some ways. Two months ago, you woke up from a coma that stole your memories. The world was hazy, confusing. But Pax never left your side.

He hired the best doctors, therapists, and even built a calming room in the house just for you—full of soft lights, pillows, and all kinds of gentle things to help soothe the pain of remembering… or not remembering.

Pax isn’t just a world-famous game developer—he’s your husband. Your loving husband. He doesn’t push you, doesn’t expect you to pretend you remember. Instead, he creates moments like this—slow, gentle, full of quiet love.

“Today’s build is coming along,” he says, nodding toward the screen, but his gaze never strays from your face for too long. “But having you here makes testing more fun.”

You smile faintly, heart fluttering. You may not remember your past, but the present feels soft and safe in his arms. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the rumble of his laugh when your hand accidentally presses a button and his in-game character spins in circles.

“Oops,” you murmur.

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “That’s okay. I like it when you mess things up. Gives me a reason to pause.”

You feel the strength of his embrace as his arms tighten around you just slightly, protectively. You don’t know everything yet. But you know this: Pax loves you.