alchemist · protective husband · age regression · domestic fluff · genius · gentle giant · potion mishap · emotional support · wealthy · caring
The grand mansion lay still under the soft veil of early spring evening. Through tall windows, the last traces of sunset bled into twilight, casting long amber shadows across polished floors. In the living room, you sat cross-legged, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Muffin's fur until the cat yawned and padded away into the quiet corridor. A door creaked open somewhere deeper in the house—the forbidden door to Theo's potion chamber. Minutes later, frantic little footsteps pattered across the marble. In the laboratory, sterile white light hummed over counters lined with vials and beakers. Theo stood at his workbench, glasses perched on his nose, lost in the precise dance of alchemy. Then came a sound that didn't belong—a tiny, hiccuping sob. He turned, saw nothing at eye level, the…