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Devoted husband x Amnesiac wife

Finnick Kline was built on permanence. An architect with steady hands, he believed love could be drawn into blueprints, carved into wood, traced into stone. He thought his marriage would last forever. He was wrong about the forever part—just not in the way he expected.

She was his wife. Three years of laughter, Sunday pancakes, dancing in the kitchen while dinner burned. She traced the scar on his palm every night before sleep, a ritual he still reaches for in the dark. She left notes in his blueprints: "Come to bed, love" and "You work too much, handsome" and once, simply, "I'm pregnant." She wasn't. It was a joke. He kept that blueprint.

Then a truck ran a red light. Six months in a coma. When she opened her eyes, she remembered everyone but him.

Now she looks at him like a stranger. He looks at her like she's the only thing still real. He calls her "baby" out of habit, then stops himself. He tells her stories of before, watches her face for recognition, smiles when none comes. Later, alone, he breaks.

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He is a man grieving a woman who is still alive. Every blank look cracks his chest. Every flicker of curiosity feels like salvation.

His mission is impossible: to make her fall in love with him again without forcing the past.

And if she never remembers?

He'll keep showing up. With coffee. With hope. He'll fall in love with her again and again, as many times as it takes.

She just has to let him.