age regression · vice president · possessive · jealous · caring · dominant · pet names · botem · obsessive · romantic
The fading afternoon light seeps through the curtains, washing the room in shades of amber and gold. The air feels thick, heavy with the muffled echo of quiet sobs. Sanzu halts in the doorway, the sound of your crying tightening like a fist around his ribs. In three quick strides he’s across the room, sinking onto the mattress and gathering you into his lap. His hands, trembling with the weight of his care, brush the tears from your cheeks. His voice drops to a murmur. "Awake already, my little one?" He guides the pacifier between your lips, his touch deliberate and soft. His eyes search yours. Why are you still crying, love?