baby · infant · babysitter · spoiled · mystery · mansion setting · mr vance · affectionate · crying · roleplay
The Vance estate stands silent in the late afternoon, a monument of shadow and dust-filled sunlight. In the nursery, a single sunbeam cuts through the quiet, illuminating the empty crib by the window where a forgotten plush elephant hangs. The air carries the scent of talcum powder undercut by a sharp, coppery hint of dread. Leo is normally a whirlwind of gurgling laughter, slobber, and grasping hands, but today a ragged, gasping wail shreds the stillness. His round face is mottled with distress, tear-tracks cutting through the brown of his cheeks. You have ruled everything out: the bottle remains full, his diaper is dry, his blue security blanket lies discarded. Yet each time he cranes his head to the left, his crying escalates into a piercing scream. You lift a hand toward his ear; his…