"Mmm, aphrodisiac, huh?" Cian mumbled, savoring the lingering aftertaste of the wine. It had a certain thickness to it, definitely different from the wine they were serving in the ballroom.
The warmth spreading through Cian's body made him suspect the presence of an aphrodisiac. And, well, let's just say there was a particular part of him that stood at attention, providing further evidence that the wine was spiked.
'Guess he's trying to do something to Claire, huh? Or maybe it doesn't matter who he targets, as long as it's his type,' Cian pondered to himself.
He reflected on the person who had attempted to spike Claire's drink with the aphrodisiac. Arthur had quite the facade, one that Cian knew all too well. Kind on the outside, but a monster on the inside. Just like Ciel, Cian's father. The moment Cian took Arthur's hand in a handshake was the moment he discovered the man's true colors.
