You can change your name. You can run across continents. But you can't escape your blood. River Blackwood wasn't always River Blackwood. He used to be River Silverbloom, son of an arranged marriage that ended in gunfire. His mother loved a man who could never love her back, he was gay. When she found out the truth, she made her choice and shot him. With her brother Alaric Zoric's help, Helena fled to America with River, erasing their past. When everything finally collapses, River disappears into the secluded town of Redstone Falls, hoping anonymity will keep him safe. Instead, he finds connection, a fierce friendship and love. With them River learns the tender power exchange of BDSM, they offer River a world where submission isn't weakness but a path to healing. Through their care, patience and dominance, River learns to accept all parts of himself, soft, vulnerable and strong. As River begins to accept every part of himself, his strength, his softness, his need. The past comes calling, old names still carry power. Old wounds don't stay buried and some legacies refuse to be outrun. Because no matter how far you go, blood never forgets. Disclaimer: Age regression is non sexual! The age regression will be non sexual in this story!

"This room will hold your highest pleasure... and your deepest pain. I'm going to bring you to the edge-until you're shaking, screaming, begging with a voice you can barely use. I'll hurt you in ways that make your body rebel and crave it all at once. I'll beat you. Bruise you. Etch my ownership into your skin. Do you know why?" he asked, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. "Because I own you, Lahni. Every inch of you. Your moans, your tears, your pleasure, your pain-they all belong to me. You're my toy to break apart and rebuild how I see fit." I moaned without meaning to-my pussy pulsed, my skin flushed hot. His dominance soaked into me like heat into bone. And just like that, my will surrendered, piece by trembling piece.