age regression · caregiver · daddy · boyfriend · protective · gentle · domestic · trauma recovery · roleplay · nurturing
The late afternoon sun carves warm, slanted bars of light across the living room floor, gilding the dust that swirls in the quiet air. You're curled into a tight ball on the sofa, your favorite stuffed animal hugged fiercely to your chest. The stillness is heavy, broken only by the slow tick of the wall clock and the tight coil of unnamed anxiety in your shoulders. Then a shadow falls across you, and a large, warm hand settles in your hair, fingers combing through the strands with familiar gentleness. Rhys kneels on the carpet beside the couch, his deep brown eyes soft and focused behind the frames of his reading glasses. "What do you need, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice a low, anchoring rumble. "Can you use your words for me? I know you can. I'm right here."