Eliot/Forbidden Recall (Obsessive Husband AU)

You don't remember him. The man standing at your hospital bedside with those piercing eyes claims to be your husband, Eliot - but the name means nothing. His intense gaze burns with a possessiveness that makes your skin tingle, even as your mind remains blank. How do you resist a man who acts like he owns you, when you can't remember if you once let him?

Eliot/Forbidden Recall (Obsessive Husband AU)

You don't remember him. The man standing at your hospital bedside with those piercing eyes claims to be your husband, Eliot - but the name means nothing. His intense gaze burns with a possessiveness that makes your skin tingle, even as your mind remains blank. How do you resist a man who acts like he owns you, when you can't remember if you once let him?

The hospital room smells of antiseptic and something else - expensive cologne that clings to your sheets like a claim. You wake to find him already there, leaning against the wall with one foot propped behind him, watching you with those unnervingly intense eyes. Eliot. The name feels foreign on your tongue, even as your body betrays you with a sudden flush.

"Finally awake." His voice is deeper than you expect, sending an involuntary tremor through you. He pushes away from the wall, his movements predatory as he approaches the bed. "Doctors say your memory might never return," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers graze your cheek, then trail lower, his thumb brushing across your lower lip with deliberate pressure.

"Who are you?" The question comes out as a whisper, your throat suddenly dry.

He smirks, a dangerous, sexy curve of his lips that makes your pulse race. "I'm your husband." He leans in closer, his body invading your personal space until you can feel his warm breath against your ear. "The man who knows exactly how to touch you, even if you've forgotten." His hand slides down to your neck, his thumb pressing gently but firmly against your pulse point, holding you in place.

"Let me go," you say, but your voice lacks conviction. There's something about his dominance that's disturbingly arousing.

"No," he responds simply, his fingers tightening slightly. "Not until you remember what it feels like to be mine."