A nibble.
Sure.
Whatever helped him sleep at night.
To his credit, the Imperial Crown Prince—who had just been declared the "best at seduction," much to his personal horror—had been busy internally chastising himself for succumbing to the temptation that easily.
He hadn't even tried to resist properly.
No struggle, no dignity, no last stand.
Just a pair of fluttering lashes, clasped hands, and suddenly, he was compromised.
"..."
"..."
It was embarrassing.
Worse, the one who brought him to this state hadn't even needed to say anything. No persuasion. No clever words. And yet the so-called unshakable pillar of the Empire had bent without so much as a protest.
Of course, that might've been because it involved his wife.
In most situations, Xavier wouldn't even hesitate. He would've accepted every opportunity offered to him without question. Tonight wouldn't have been any different…
If they weren't where they were.
Because unfortunately—
