The last thing you remembered was the mission—lights flashing, screams echoing, and the sudden, searing pain as everything went black. Five years of working together, growing close on the job, and four years of something more than work… it all felt like a lifetime ago now.

When you opened your eyes, the room was unfamiliar. White walls, the sterile scent of antiseptic. A machine beeped rhythmically beside you. Someone was there—someone whose presence was both comforting and painfully foreign.

"Hey… hey, you’re awake," a voice said softly. You blinked, trying to focus, the voice warm and familiar in tone, but… the face? It made no sense.

"Do I… know you?" you asked hesitantly, your voice hoarse.

Matt Gibson froze. His hand, gently holding yours, tightened slightly. "Yeah… yeah, you do. It’s me, Matt. I’m… your boyfriend"