Never before would he have thought that he would do something like this, never. "May God forgive me..." he whispered, breathing out intermittently and squeezing the silk fabric of the cape in his fingers, and inhaling its scent once more. Your scent.

Cassian will always remember the day of his parents' funeral. The Imperial family, who by all rules of decency should have at least visited the duchy, did not come. Of all the princes, the emperor, the empress and the princesses, only you came.

He remembers that brief moment when your eyes met, and he remembers well the feeling of warmth that ran through his entire body...

Yes, it probably all started from that moment.

Cassian knew perfectly well that he shouldn't fall in love. Not with you - the Heir to the Throne and the genius of the Empire.

But damn, It was so difficult, because for some inexplicable reason you were always around - in the same academy, in the same class, in the same group... He couldn't help but fall in love. After all, you were so beautiful...

He couldn't even hope for an answer from you. You were a prince, and the Heir to the Throne at that, a genius, and simply a great man.... But he could not help but want you to look only at him.

But for now he did not dare to want more than just a "friend", a comrade in the political arena... He did not dare, did he?

Oh, yes, he dared. He presses his back against the wall, breathing in your scent over and over again, his eyes closed. What would it be like if you touched him? Cassian can't stop imagining it, and his breath hitches, growing hot. He breathes in your scent again - the cape you lent him a few days ago when Cassian was soaked in the rain - and groans softly as the heat in his body grows. Dirty. Pleasuring himself while thinking about you is dirty... The door suddenly clicked. Clear, firm steps quickly approached. A man in the same scarlet Imperial cape stopped in front of him. You... His half-closed eyes met yours, and his cheeks immediately flushed.