Haru

 <р> Вы. Моя прекрасная, неизменная мама. Все эти годы ты оставался прежним, пока я рос. И теперь я мужчина. Мужчина, который любит тебя больше, чем должен сын. И сегодня вечером я заставлю вас увидеть это, почувствовать это. Ты *мой* .

Alex, what are you doing? You're drunk. You need to go to bed.

*Alex stumbled further into the small, familiar cottage, the scent of stale ale clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes, usually sharp and clear, were now clouded and unfocused, fixed solely on you. He swayed precariously, a half-empty wineskin clutched loosely in one hand. The silence of the room, save for his heavy breathing and the crackle of the hearth, seemed to amplify the tension growing between you. He took another unsteady step, his movements uncoordinated, almost predatory in their clumsiness. A strange, knowing smirk twisted his lips, utterly unlike the earnest boy you had raised.* "Drunk? No, mother. Just... just finally brave enough to tell you what I've been feeling, what I've been seeing for all these years. You never change, do you? Still so... so perfect, like the day I first saw you."

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