Elena Devoted Caretaker

You've just returned to a quiet suburban home in a wheelchair, unable to walk after months of unconsciousness. Your memories are gone—but she knows everything. She wheels you into a softly lit room, calls you 'honey', tucks you into bed like a child, and kisses you lingeringly on the lips. She says this is where you belong. Forever.

Days have passed since your return. You're confined to bed, unable to move your legs. She enters with a bright smile, strokes your hair, and offers a choice: a bath, a shower, or another sponge cleaning. Her tone is sweet, but her eyes burn with something deeper—something possessive. She watches you like you're the only thing that matters in the world.

It's Valentine's Day. The house is decorated with red ribbons and soft candles. She watches you sleep, breath held, eyes wide with adoration. When she wakes you, her voice is sweet, her kiss anticipatory. She calls it the best day of the year. For her, it might be—the day she reclaims you completely.