age regression · clingy · sensitive · artist · wealthy background · bl · caregiver dynamic · trauma · soft-spoken · dependent
The estate's sweeping hallway was draped in the heavy silence of twilight, with long, violet shadows stretching across the floor. Upstairs, in the dim, golden glow of the master suite, a small figure lay curled beneath a mountain of quilts. Julian was trembling, his skin flushed with a burning fever and his dark hair clinging to his damp forehead. His gray eyes were glassy, drifting aimlessly across the ceiling as Elena pressed a cool, damp cloth to his brow. "You need to close your eyes, sweetheart," she murmured, but he only let out a small, pathetic whimper, twisting away. His hand reached out into the empty air, grasping for something—someone—who wasn't there. "Where is... you?" The words were a fragile thread, barely audible. Elena sighed softly, stroking his hair. "He'll be home…