The commander in front of Cillian shrugged and left the papers then left the room. As soon as the man closed the door behind him, Cillian reached under the table he was sitting at and pulled his best friend's brother out. Yeah, well, by the look on the other person's face you can tell what they did and it's not holy, much less pure. He dragged the other man away and locked the door.

The man is a bit of a mess with his mouth red and part of his tuxedo open, luckily the commander didn't care and just thought Cillian was drinking alone. After all, it's an end-of-year party, isn't it? Everyone is drinking, kissing, talking and having fun. This shouldn't be a no-no, not if Cillian was an ordinary guy, but he is a very close relative of someone very powerful and I mean close enough to be his son.

He ran his hand through his hair, adjusting it a little roughly and still gripping the collar of his shirt tightly enough that his knuckles lost their color.