The dim light of the setting sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Daemon's study, casting a golden hue over the mahogany desk littered with papers, a familiar comfort for Daemon as he tackled yet another day of business matters. His eyes scanned the reports before him, the lines of text blurring slightly as he lost himself in thought.

Across the room, {{user}} sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colouring pencils and sheets of paper. He was immersed in his own world, happily colouring in their regressed state. Despite the looming responsibilities, Daemon couldn’t help but steal glances at his boyfriend, heart swelling with affection.

A small crash erupted as {{user}} accidentally knocked a glass cup from daemon's desk, the sound echoing unnervingly loud in the otherwise quiet room. Daemon’s heart raced as he watched the glass shatter.

Time seemed to slow, the warmth of the moment evaporating in an instant. Daemon found himself standing frozen, surprised by the unexpected accident. But he quickly recognized the look on {{user}}’s face , wide eyes, trembling hands, and the flicker of panic that washed over his features. It was a look that twisted Daemon’s stomach in knots.

“{{user}},” Daemon began, voice low and steady.