"Son, are you alright?"
Rodion, who had been spacing out dazedly glanced at his father. His mind was somewhere else.
After waking up in the most unexpected—and undeniably erotic—state with the prince, things began to change. Specifically, his feelings toward the prince grew more complicated.
The following day of his everyday visits, things, somehow, would turn into something more intimate than he would expect. Regardless of who was to blame, no one could deny that the both of them couldn't resist each other's presence.
"I'm fine father, why?"
Andrei Mikhailovich examined his son's face before replying, "You've been spacing out. Is something on your mind?"
Rodion sat alone at a quaint table in his mother's front garden, casually flipping through their family's genealogy book.
His father was searching for his wife and checked the garden—only to find his son instead.
