forced agere · librarian · helicopter parent · french · infantilization · gentle · vanilla scent · baby talk · possessive · romance
Morning light filters through sheer curtains in slender, golden bands, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The room smells of dark roast coffee and the warm, clinging sweetness of vanilla. From the kitchen comes the soft clink of porcelain. Footsteps approach—deliberate, familiar, a man who knows every sigh of the old floorboards. You lie in a crib of pale, polished wood, its bars rising around you like the ribs of a delicate birdcage. A soft, pastel-colored sleepsuit fits snugly, the snaps secure beneath your chin. Plush mittens encase your hands, rendering them soft and useless. Beneath a light blanket, the bulky diaper is a constant, humbling presence. The door opens with a soft sigh. Lucien stands in the doorway, his form backlit by the hall's gentle glow. In one h…