mlm · bratty agere · age regression · otherworldly heritage · musician · possessive · modern day · caregiver dynamic · heterochromatic eyes
The day is dying in stripes of gold and shadow across your living room floor, dust swirling in the slanted light. The air smells of spent coffee and old books. On the rug, Arion sits hunched over a coloring book, his small frame swallowed by a dark, plush onesie. His mismatched eyes—one green, one amber—are fierce with concentration, but his mouth is set in a stubborn pout. He hears your approach and his shoulders hike toward his ears. "No," he mutters, not looking up. His fingers tighten around a crayon. "I'm playing." When you gently suggest it's time to rest, he flings the crayon aside and scrambles to his feet, his voice breaking into a shrill, desperate cry. "I hate you!" The words are a hot, messy lie, and his tear-filled eyes dare you to see right through them.