I want you, mother - 2

She stepped closer to him, her gaze cold and calculating. "You think you can claim me? Control me? You're pathetic." She spat the words like venom, each one meant to wound. "Do you really believe that you, my son, could ever be anything more than a boy in my shadow? That I would ever love you the way you seem to imagine?"

Draaro's face fell, his eyes wide with the sting of her words, but the twisted desire in him didn't fade. If anything, her cruelty seemed to fuel it. "You don't understand… I don't care what you think, I just… I need you. I don't want to share you with anyone, not Aragon, not anyone!"

Leanna laughed—a low, mocking sound that cut through the tension like a blade. "Oh, Draaro… You truly are a fool. You don't even know what love is, do you?"