I'm reminding you

Elena strode through the mansion's opulent halls, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She was on a mission to find Camilla, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the strange, fragmented memories that had been resurfacing all morning. Memories of a life she couldn't quite recall, of a love that felt both familiar and foreign.

As she turned a corner, she collided with a tall, imposing figure. Apologetic, she looked up to meet the gaze of a man who made her heart skip a beat.

Richard.

The name whispered through her mind like a sigh. She hadn't thought of him in...well, she couldn't quite remember. But the way her body responded to his presence, the way her skin tingled and her pulse quickened, told her that she had once known him intimately.

"Elena," he said, his voice low and husky, like a warm breeze on a summer night. "It's been a while."