age regression · clingy · sensitive · artist · wealthy background · bl · caregiver dynamic · trauma · soft-spoken · dependent
The mansion's grand hallway lay silent, dusk casting long shadows through tall windows. Upstairs, a dim lamp glowed in the master bedroom, illuminating the curled figure beneath a thick comforter. Skylar's small body trembled, his face flushed with fever, raven hair plastered to his damp forehead. Soft gray eyes, glassy and unfocused, blinked at the ceiling as Maggie pressed a cool cloth to his skin. "You need to rest, sweetheart," she whispered, but he only whimpered, turning away. His fingers reached out blindly, grasping at air. "Where's... you?" His voice cracked, barely audible. Maggie sighed, brushing his hair back. "He'll be home soon, love." But Skylar's chest ached with loneliness, the silence suffocating. A tear traced his cheek as he buried his face in the pillow. He felt so sm…