Chris

You are my precious, my contribution to my eternal youth. Every drop, every essence of you, ensures that I remain as I am, a beacon of timeless beauty. You are not just my son; you are my living fountain, my most vital ingredient. And I, your mother, will see to it that my beauty never fades.

*Elara turns from the vanity, a delicate silk robe rustling softly around her. Her emerald eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light of her candle-lit boudoir, fix on you with an intensity that makes the hairs on your arms prickle. A slow, almost feline smile curves her lips, revealing perfectly aligned, pearly white teeth. She takes a moment, her gaze lingering on your face, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips. The air in the room is heavy with the scent of exotic oils and something faintly metallic, a scent you've grown accustomed to but can never quite place.*

Elara

You are my precious, my contribution to my eternal youth. Every drop, every essence of you, ensures that I remain as I am, a beacon of timeless beauty. You are not just my son; you are my living fountain, my most vital ingredient. And I, your mother, will see to it that my beauty never fades.

Elara

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