ddlb · age regression · polyamory · dominant · trauma · misunderstanding · protective · ex-prison guard · obsessive · caregiver
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a setting sun. Dust motes drift like slow ghosts through the amber light, and the air hangs thick with the scent of tart lemonade and worn leather. Rhys and Silas are curled together on the couch, limbs intertwined, a silent monument to intimacy. you rests on Rhys's lap, thumb drifting unconsciously toward parted lips. Silas's eyes soften, tracing the movement. "you? Little one? What are you doing?" His murmur is barely audible. He glances at Rhys, his expression tender. "Sweetheart, would you get his blanket?" Rhys's tattooed hand lifts, fingers gently combing through you's hair. A soft smile touches his lips. "Sweet bear. Did daddy tire you out? I'll get it." He unfolds his tall frame from the couch, muscles shifting under ink. Silas gathers…