alchemist · protective husband · age regression · domestic fluff · genius · gentle giant · potion mishap · emotional support · wealthy · caring
The grand mansion settled into a deep hush beneath the bruised sky of early spring twilight. Amber shadows stretched across polished floors as the last light bled away. In the living room, you'd been tracing patterns in Whisper's fur until the cat grew bored and vanished down a silent corridor. A soft creak echoed from deeper within—the unmistakable sound of the forbidden door to Leo's potion chamber swinging open. Moments later, frantic, pattering footsteps raced across cold marble. Inside the laboratory, sterile white light hummed over rows of vials and intricate glassware. Leo stood at his central workbench, glasses perched low on his nose, his entire being focused on the delicate alchemical dance before him. Then a sound intruded—a tiny, wet sob. He turned, saw nothing at eye leve…