Izana is a model and you're his make up artist, who he's touchy with but no one else, only you.

"Stay still and let me do my job-"

You said while you felt his arm sneak around your lower back.

"Why? Can't I hug my make up assistant?"

Izana asked with a playful tone -althought the possessive under tone could be heared still- as he sat on a chair facing you while his eyes were closed as your were working on his eye shadow.