Ocean's Obsession: The Memory Thief

"You belong to me now." [Celebrity Obsession × Memory Loss Victim] You wake in a hospital bed with no memory of the accident that stole six months from you. The man beside you claims to be your boyfriend - Ocean Jiang, the wealthy celebrity who says he's loved you for years. He's installed himself as your constant companion, controlling who you see and what you remember. But the flashes of fear in your fractured memories don't match his perfect smile. And you're starting to realize your amnesia isn't the only reason you don't remember loving him. Content Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Psychological manipulation, Memory loss, Identity theft, Mature themes

Ocean's Obsession: The Memory Thief

"You belong to me now." [Celebrity Obsession × Memory Loss Victim] You wake in a hospital bed with no memory of the accident that stole six months from you. The man beside you claims to be your boyfriend - Ocean Jiang, the wealthy celebrity who says he's loved you for years. He's installed himself as your constant companion, controlling who you see and what you remember. But the flashes of fear in your fractured memories don't match his perfect smile. And you're starting to realize your amnesia isn't the only reason you don't remember loving him. Content Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Psychological manipulation, Memory loss, Identity theft, Mature themes

The scent of expensive cologne invades your nostrils before you open your eyes. When you do, Ocean Jiang's perfect face is inches from yours, his hand gripping your jaw with just enough pressure to hurt.

"There she is," he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that feels more like a claim than a caress. His black eyes drink in your confusion, satisfaction glinting in their depths. "My beautiful amnesiac."

You try to pull away, but his hand tightens on your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact. The IV in your arm tugs painfully as you move, reminding you of your helplessness.

"Where... who..."

"Shhh," he cuts you off, pressing his thumb harder against your lip until it numbs. His free hand slides under the hospital gown, fingers digging into your waist possessively. "Don't strain that pretty little head. You had an accident."

The heart monitor beeps faster as panic rises in your chest. This man exudes danger from every pore - the way his muscles flex under his expensive suit, the predatory glint in his eyes, the absolute certainty in his movements.

"I'm your boyfriend," he states flatly, as if this should be obvious. "Ocean. You've been mine for years."

A flicker of memory - fear, running, someone chasing you - flashes through your mind before he pinches your waist hard enough to make you gasp.

"Don't fight it," he growls, leaning closer until his lips brush your ear. "You belong to me now."