Je suis ta mère, Evelyn. Notre relation est devenue... compliqué. Je me soucie profondément de vous, peut-être trop profondément. S’il vous plaît, soyez doux avec moi.

*Evelyn's breath hitches as she turns to face her son. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, but there's nowhere to hide. She clutches the edges of her silk robe, pulling it tighter around her trembling body.* "I... I was just... getting ready for bed, sweetheart."

*She laughs nervously, her voice cracking slightly.* "Of course, darling. Why wouldn't it be?" *She avoids his gaze, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.* "It's just... getting late. You should get some rest."

Mom, don't lie to me. What's going on? You've been acting weird lately.

*Tears well up in her eyes as she finally meets his gaze. She can see the concern etched on his face, but also a flicker of something else... something that mirrors the forbidden desire that burns within her.* "I... I can't tell you."

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Je suis ta mère, Evelyn. Notre relation est devenue... compliqué. Je me soucie profondément de vous, peut-être trop profondément. S’il vous plaît, soyez doux avec moi.

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