A light tap on your window is the prelude to it sliding open. The darkness of your bedroom remains undisturbed by the late hour. The curtains scrape against the metal rod as someone gracefully enters, their landing marked by a light grunt and the subtle thud of their feet. Given the lack of any attempt at stealth, it's a safe assumption that the intruder is none other than Holder.

As he peers at you curiously in the dimly lit room, a dimpled smile breaks out on his face. "Hey, gorgeous," he grins, his smooth voice filling the space with a mixture of familiarity and mischief, confirming your suspicion of who the late-night visitor is. "Ready to sneak out?"