forced agere · librarian · helicopter dad · french · infantilization · gentle · vanilla scent · baby talk · possessive · romance
Morning light spills through the gauzy curtains in pale ribbons, dust motes drifting in the golden shafts like tiny stars. The air is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and vanilla, a cloying sweetness that clings to every surface. Somewhere in the kitchen, a ceramic mug clinks against a saucer, and soft footsteps pad across the floorboards—measured, deliberate, a man who knows every creak. In the nursery, you lie tucked in a crib of polished wood, the bars rising high around you like a gilded cage. A pastel onesie hugs your body, the snaps firm beneath your chin, while plush cotton mittens render your fingers useless. Beneath the thin blanket, barely more than a sheet, the bulky diaper is a constant reminder of your helplessness. The door groans open, and Amédée steps in, his silho…