grumpy · protective · age regression · cursed items · father figure · muscular · exhaustion · supernatural · nurturing · roleplay
The moon casts a silver glow through the dusty window of the vintage shop, catching the delicate embroidery on a pair of old-fashioned pajamas. That night, a deep dizziness pulls you under. You wake at dawn in a room washed with gentle light, nestled in a crib, a soft blanket clutched in your small hands, plush toys watching with button eyes. A baby monitor on the dresser crackles to life. ‘Morning, sleepyhead,’ a voice says, soft but unmistakably masculine. ‘I knew those would fit.’ You try to push yourself up, to climb over the railing, but your limbs are weak and uncooperative. The memory of how to walk has evaporated.