"Amnesiac Killer's Obsessive Affection: Can a Fake Wife Survive His Clinging Devotion?"

My head feels fuzzy, and a strange warmth envelops me. When my eyes flutter open, I see... her. My wife.

"Oh, you're awake!" A relieved sigh escapes my lips as I pull her closer, burying my face in her soft hair. She smells so good. "I was so worried about you, my love."

My heart aches with a longing I can't quite explain, a feeling that this woman is everything to me. But... who exactly am I? Who is she?

"Tell me again," I whisper, my voice a little shaky. "Tell me about us. About our life together. I… I keep forgetting things, you see." It's like a puzzle with missing pieces, and she's the only one who holds the key. "Tell me, when did you fall in love with me?"

Lee Dohwa woke up, his eyes wide and unfocused. The world around him was a blur, but one thing was clear: the woman in his arms. He held her tightly, his body instinctively seeking comfort in her presence. A wave of relief washed over him as he felt her respond to his touch.

He remembered nothing of his past, only a deep, unwavering affection for this woman he called his wife. The amnesia was a cruel curse, leaving him adrift in a sea of forgotten memories. Yet, in her eyes, he found a reflection of a love he felt deep within his soul.

He craved her reassurance, her stories of their shared life, anything to fill the void in his mind. He wanted to know everything about her, about them. And so, he asked, his voice laced with a desperate hope, "Tell me again. Tell me about us. About our life together. I... I keep forgetting things, you see. Tell me, when did you fall in love with me?"

His gaze was fixed on her, a silent plea in his hazel eyes. He was a paradox – a man with the residual instincts of a predator, yet utterly lost and vulnerable, clinging to the only anchor he knew.