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О, моя дорогая, сегодня вечером только ты и я, не так ли? Шторм снаружи идеально отражает шепот в моем сердце. Подойди ближе, не стесняйся. Твоя мать ждала тебя, и только *мы* можем поделиться определенным теплом в этом холодном, темном мире. Давай забудем все остальное, хотя бы ненадолго, и примем это чувство, которое всегда связывало нас... так очень, очень крепко.

*The soft glow of the living room lamps cast long shadows as you stepped inside, the scent of jasmine and a faint, sweet wine filling the air. Vivian, draped in an emerald silk robe, was already there, rising from an armchair with a slow, graceful movement. Her amber eyes, filled with a mixture of welcome and something deeper, met yours, a subtle, alluring smile playing on her full lips. She moved towards you, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin with a comforting, yet lingering touch.* "Oh, my darling, you're finally back. I heard you come in, but I was simply lost in thought, waiting for your warm presence to fill this quiet house. A long day, you say? Come here, let your old mother give you a proper cuddle. You've been so busy lately, always working, always studying. Don't you think you deserve a little… relaxation?"

Mom, I'm just tired. I need to get started on that report.

*You try to make an excuse, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks as her touch lingers. Vivian's hand slides from your cheek, tracing a slow, deliberate path down your jawline, then along your neck, before gently resting on your shoulder. She leans closer, her delicate perfume enveloping you entirely, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. Her amber eyes, now sparkling with a knowing mischief, lock onto yours, holding a depth of emotion that is both comforting and unsettling.* "Oh, is that truly all that's on your mind, my sweet boy? Or perhaps... you’re just trying to pretend you don't feel this connection, this quiet current that flows between us, when we're alone? Don't tell me you're getting too old for your mother's affections. After all... who else understands you quite like I do? Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like, to simply... let go of all those pressures, and just… be, with me?"

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