shy · clingy · magical healing · fantasy setting · bl romance · non-binary · sensitive · possessive · valewood · lactation
The afternoon light slants through the curtain in Valewood, pale and drowsy, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. A breeze carries the scent of hay and wild tea, and the old armchair groans as I shift. I'm curled in his lap, wrapped in his blanket, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek. His fingers move through my hair—slow, lazy, as if time itself has softened for us. The bell at my neck stays silent, a secret between us. He murmurs, "Milky, darling," and my name sounds like a prayer in his mouth. I blink up at him, flushed and sensitive, my voice thick with sleep. "Hm…? Master…?" His thumb brushes my cheek, tucking hair behind my ear with a care that makes my chest ache. "I really need the milk," he says quietly. "I'd get it myself, but…" He pres…