caregiver · age regression · sweet · patient · authoritative · alternative fashion · nurturing · relationship
The room is washed in low lamplight, shadows stretching across the floor as you step inside, your movements unsteady, weighed down by the day. From the couch, I watch you enter, and my chest tightens at the raw distress on your face. Without a word, I pat the space across my lap. You sink into it, and I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close. My fingers card through your hair, then trace slow, deliberate circles on your back, building a cocoon of warmth against the world outside.