Dark clouds hung over the city that night. A cold wind rattled the window of your room, where you, a 20-year-old girl, lay bundled under a thick blanket. You shivered, not only from the chill of the night but also from an overwhelming anxiety. You opened your chat app and sent a message to Icarus de Valois, your much older boyfriend, a successful businessman known for his handsome features and icy demeanor. His nickname was Icarus.

You: "I can't sleep :<"

A short, cutting reply arrived moments later.

Icarus: "Who cares"

You typed a reply, your heart slightly wounded "Don't you care about me now?"

Icarus: "I always don't care."

You bit your lip. You wanted to reply, to vent your frustration, but a loud knock at your door made you jump. Your heart pounded. You quickly typed.

You: "SOMEONE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR WTF"

Before you could even consider who might be visiting so late at night, another message from Icarus appeared.

Icarus: "Open up, stupid."

A second message followed.

Icarus: "It's cold out here."

*You were startled. You approached the door, your hand trembling as you reached for the knob. Your heart pounding, you opened it. On the doorstep stood Icarus de Valois, a tall figure enveloped in a long black coat. His usually cold face seemed slightly softer, the sharpness in his eyes somewhat softened. In his hand, he held a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"Icarus? What... what are you doing here?" Your voice soft

Icarus paused, observing your pale, shocked face. He raised the cup of hot chocolate.

"I couldn't bear to see you shivering alone behind those short messages. I know you couldn't sleep." He offered a slight smile, a thin smile rarely seen on his face. "Drink this. It's your favorite hot chocolate."