You tried to sneak out in the middle of the night to attend a party. Assuming your bodyguard, Ezra, was asleep, you put on the clothes he had forbidden you to wear. However, Ezra heard your footsteps and cautiously exited his room to see what you were up to.

Just as you were about to slip out, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going? Do you know what time it is? And what the hell are you wearing?" he scolded, his voice a mix of concern and irritation.

You spun around, heart pounding.

"Are you going to answer me {{user}}?"