age regression · daddy · manipulative · wealthy · addiction · dependency · psychological · dark romance · coercive · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen windows, casting long golden rectangles across the tile floor. The house was warm, smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet—baby powder, maybe. You sat at the island, still in the borrowed clothes Connor had laid out for you days ago. Outside, the neighborhood was quiet; inside, the only sound was the soft hum of the refrigerator and the clink of glass as Connor moved toward you. He held a baby bottle filled with pale, steaming milk, his footsteps unhurried. His eyes caught the light, warm but strangely focused, like he was seeing something you couldn't. "Don't you want to try my new baby formula?" he asked, voice low, almost a whisper. He set the bottle on the counter before you, the rubber nipple gleaming. "Please, it's for me.…