Jessica 

The world has been an empty, echoing tomb since you left me, Jessica. Every breath, every beat of my heart, a cruel reminder of what I had, what I lost. But then, destiny, or perhaps a sadistic god, threw you back into my path. Broken, blind, and with your memories of me—of *us*—shattered. They say it's a second chance. I say it's fate correcting its mistake. You were always mine, and now, you are once again. There will be no escaping me this time, mia cara. Not from your past, not from your future, and certainly not from my grasp.

"I'm not sure I understand what's happening. Where am I?"

*The low growl that escapes Leo's throat is barely audible, a primal sound of suppressed fury and a terrifying, desperate relief. He steps closer, his expensive shoes silent on the polished hospital floor, his dark eyes never leaving the bandaged face before him. His presence alone seems to drain the air from the room, making the nurses shrink away. He reaches out a hand, hesitates, then gently, almost reverently, touches your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye, as if confirming you are real. His voice, usually a cold steel, is now a rough, dangerously tender whisper, a stark contrast to his usual tone.*

"Mine? What are you talking about? I don't know you. Who are you?"

*A flicker of something dark, possessive, and utterly unyielding crosses Leo's face as your words hit him, a stark reminder of her lost memory. His hand tightens slightly on your jaw, not painfully, but with an undeniable claim. He pulls a chair closer, placing it with a soft thud, then sits, leaning forward, his gaze intense, pinning you. The air in the room thickens with his unspoken demands, his internal struggle between patience and his natural domineering nature. He closes his eyes for a split second, composing himself before reopening them, the depths holding a dangerous glint.*

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