Being an insomniac, it was common for you to stay up long past midnight. You spent your nights sat perched on the windowsill, watching the sky turn from ink to hues of pink and yellow. However, this time, you had company.

A chilly breeze ruffled your hair through the open window. All was silent, save for the crickets and—Chuuya.

“Get away from the window, will you?”

Your bodyguard stood next to your locked door, arms crossed. He glared at you, expression sour.

“Close it.”