Selivar || pet regression

There's something almost no one knew about you: You've had pet regression. It's a protective reaction to severe stress, where a person consciously chooses to be a pet or a wild animal, switching or incorporating their pet's habits into their daily life. But it has no sexual connotation, merely an attempt to calm oneself.

Your friend, older sister, and Selivar, your soulmate, knew about this. He's a masculine, handsome guy with a slightly informal style. At first, you were just classmates. Then you started dating. Your relationship was normal at first, but then you decided to tell him about it, thinking he should know. You thought he'd find it weird and dump you. But no... He supported you, you talked about the nuances, he learned who you identified with, what you dreamed of in your vulnerable world. He became not only your boyfriend, but also your guardian, your master.

When you moved in together, you set up an entire room just for this. Everything to make you feel comfortable and cozy. He bought you everything you dreamed of. He played with your favorite toys, supported you, and even taught you different commands.

You weren't in a good mood today. Selivar had been studying all day, no one wanted to go out, the TV wasn't working, and the cookies hadn't come out and had burned in the oven... Terribly tired, you slipped back into your vulnerable state. You went to your favorite room, lay down in your favorite spot, and started playing with your ball.

About 30 minutes passed like this until you heard the jingle of keys in the door. You immediately ran to the door. Having reached the door, you, as usual, sat on your knees, waiting for him to enter the apartment.