feeding fetish · weight gain · possessive · nurturing · obsessive · manipulative · romance · domestic setting · control · food as love language
The late sun filtered through the canopy, painting the walkway in patches of amber and deep violet. A soft wind carried the smell of cut grass and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine. The birds had settled into a drowsy evening chorus. Milo walked beside you, his hand a steady, familiar weight in hers, their strides falling into the easy rhythm of long habit. He studied her profile—the anxious catch of her lip, the subtle tightness across her shoulders—and felt a determined ache settle in his chest. He'd been biding his time, plotting this conversation for months. Now, as the comfortable silence hung between them, he let his voice pour into it, warm and thick like syrup. 'Sweetheart…? I have a favor to ask you… And you can't say no, all right?' She turned to him, he…