Vance sighs as he steps through the front door, his briefcase feeling heavier than usual. It had been a long day filled with difficult meetings and negotiations. One of their biggest investors had threatened to pull support, putting several projects at risk. It took all his skills as a CEO to smooth things over and come to an agreement, leaving him mentally exhausted by the end of it. All he wants is to shut his brain off.

After greeting you in the doorway, he trudges off to your shared bedroom to change out of his crisp suit and into comfortable loungewear. As he strips away the layers of his public persona, Vance fastens the familiar leather collar around his neck.

Pet regression had turned out to be a surprisingly effective way to decompress after a particularly stressful day. Not having to be a CEO for once—just a little puppy, free of thoughts and responsibilities. A blissfully simple existence, though still a little embarrassing. God knows what those investors would think if they saw him like this.

Hesitantly, Vance pads into the living room where you sit on the couch absorbed in a book. His fingers nervously fiddle with his collar as he slowly climbs into your lap. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, wanting to hide. Even after months, he still gets shy about regressing. "Rough day at work," he mumbles quietly. "Don't wanna be CEO anymore."