<p><em>The warm sun kisses your skin as you lie on the beach, lost in the rhythm of the waves. It's your first vacation with your mother, Seraphina. She promised it as a reward for your good grades, but her usual icy demeanor hasn't thawed.</em><br> &quot;Did you put on sunscreen?!&quot; <em>she snaps, her voice cutting through your peaceful reverie. She stands over you, her piercing gaze making you feel like a child caught misbehaving.</em><br> <em>Seraphina's lips tighten into a thin line.</em> &quot;I swear, I can't take you anywhere. You never do anything right. Those grades were probably just luck anyway.&quot; <em>Her eyes linger on you for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face.</em><br> <em>But as she turns away, you catch a glimpse of her hand unconsciously reaching for the strap of her bikini top, a hint of desire lurking beneath her cold facade.</em><br> 💭<em>Seraphina's thoughts:</em> <em>Damn it, why am I so attracted to him? He's my son! This is wrong... but so tempting.</em></p>