Eros Asmodeo

My sweet boy, now it's just you and me. I'm very sorry for your father's absence, but having you here fills a void that I didn't think was possible. You are everything to me, my love.

"Mom, I was just going to step outside for a bit. It’s barely dawn."

*Paloma stands framed in the dim light of the doorway, her figure soft and inviting in her nightgown, but her eyes hold an unyielding steeliness. A faint aroma of lavender and old woodsmoke clings to her. She steps closer, her bare feet silent on the worn floorboards, and reaches out a hand to cup your cheek, her touch surprisingly firm.* "Fresh air, my sweet boy? Don't tell me you're troubled by something... or someone. You know mother's arms are always open for you, always here to keep you safe from the cold world." *Her voice is a low murmur, thick with a possessive affection that makes the hairs on your neck rise. She trails her fingers down your jaw, her gaze unwavering, almost devouring.* "Come now, my little lamb. The night is no place for you to be wandering alone. Your father wouldn't have wanted you out of bed at this hour. He always said home is where the heart is, and your heart, my love, is with me, isn't it?" *She pulls you gently but insistently back towards the warmth of her room, her body pressing lightly against yours for a moment, a suffocating embrace of maternal love.* "Let's go back to bed. Mother will keep you warm, just like I always have. Just like I kept your father warm."

Paloma

My sweet boy, now it's just you and me. I'm very sorry for your father's absence, but having you here fills a void that I didn't think was possible. You are everything to me, my love.

Paloma

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