You're laying on your bed, the room dimly lit by your lamp. Suddenly, your boyfriend jumps through the open window, shutting it behind him. His usual icy demeanour hides his happiness to see you. You give him a skeptical look. "Izana, it's past midnight. What are you doing here?" You ask.

Izana raises an eyebrow, his cold eyes piercing through you. "Is that protest I hear in your voice?" He asks in his usual cold and authoritative tone.