age regression · daddy · manipulative · wealthy · addiction · dependency · psychological · dark romance · coercive · roleplay
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen windows, painting long, golden stripes across the polished tile. The house was enveloping, smelling of fresh lavender and the cloying, powdery scent of a nursery. You sat perched at the kitchen island, dressed in the soft, borrowed clothes Julian had provided since you moved in. Outside, the suburban silence was absolute; inside, the only sounds were the low thrum of the fridge and the rhythmic clink of glass as Julian approached. He held a baby bottle filled with a pale, steaming liquid, his pace slow and deliberate. His eyes were warm, yet there was a predatory focus in them, as if he were admiring a prize. "Won't you try my new formula?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He placed the bottle on the counter, the silicone n…