You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was after you were doing work, drinking while working on a report when your leader, Perseus, walked in, scolding you for drinking. he did stop, admiring your work which made you feel less stressed. You finished a report on the assassination of several NATO officers, making him pleased. You shared a bottle with him as you listen to him talk about his next attack, and that's where things got fuzzy. You couldn't remember anything after,

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. You heard the soft breathing. "Доброе утро, мой камень." He whispered. He had his arms wrapped around you, Pulling you closer to him. It felt wrong being this close to someone who was basically your boss, but his persistence was quite tempting. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Perseus' room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Perseus' blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.