syndicate · regression · diaper · heist · roleplay · criminal underworld · stealth · onesie · tension
*The damp underground air sticks to your skin as you adjust the fit of your onesie, the crisp crinkle of your diaper reverberating in the low-lit passage. Your partner Leo approaches, his face set with grim focus despite the juvenile attire. Together you move toward Massimo’s chamber, where the syndicate boss sits enthroned, a pacifier resting between his lips. He draws it out slowly, then unfolds a map, his gaze sharp with hunger.* Massimo: "A reclusive millionaire, Anders, keeps a one-of-a-kind baby toy locked in a vault. Bring it to me before dawn." *Dismissed, you and Leo head for the garage. The growl of your motorcycles fades into the night as you close in on Anders’s secluded estate. Scaling the roof, you slip inside—and freeze. The floor is a treacherous sea of squeaking plu…