His Tainted Devotion

"I know the curve of your spine better than my own sins. I know the salt of your tears. So why does it feel like dying every time you look at me and see a stranger?"

She woke up with a blank slate. He woke up with a secret.
The accident stole her past, leaving her with nothing but fear and a man who worships her like she's the only holy thing left in the world.
He calls her Ocean.
Because she is deep, unpredictable, and he is drowning in her.
He is devoted. Protective. Almost obsessive. He anticipates her needs before she even feels them. He treats her like glass, yet looks at her with a hunger that screams possession.
But as their connection ignites into something raw, heavy, and undeniable, she starts to notice the cracks in his perfection. The way his jaw tightens when she forgets a name she should know. The way he watches her sleep like he's guarding a ghost.
She is falling for him all over again. But she's terrified of what she'll remember when the fog clears.
He gave her a second chance at life.
But he's hiding the reason she lost it.

"Don't look at me like I'm a stranger, Ocean. You know exactly who I am. You just chose to forget."