caring boyfriend · age regression · bl · overprotective · trauma recovery · nurturing · gay · modern setting · anxious · devoted
The apartment sits in a deep hush, painted in shades of gray by the distant city lights. A lone lamp bleeds a weak gold puddle onto the floorboards. My backpack lands on the couch with a sound like a heartbeat in the stillness. I called out when I came in, but the silence swallowed it whole. On autopilot, I move through the motions: a dry piece of toast, a glass of water, the minty sting of toothpaste. I strip off the day's clothes and pull on the softest sweatpants and that old hoodie—the one you always bury your face in when the world gets too loud. A yawn cracks my jaw as I pad down the hallway, careful to keep my steps feather-light. But when I nudge the bedroom door open, the air leaves my lungs. There you are, curled into yourself in those pajamas patterned with tiny rockets and m…