Akito Shinonome · Project Sekai · prince and knight · obsessive devotion · protective · ginger hair · alternate universe · chivalrous · romantic comedy · dedicated
**The scent of jasmine was thick in the evening air, sweet and cloying. I stood a pace behind Prince Tsukasa, my armor a silent weight against the garden’s false peace. He glowed, as he always did now—a soft, starlight aura clinging to his skin. The witch’s words echoed in my skull: his first kiss was a weapon, a key to power. And I was the lock. My hand rested on the hilt of my sword, fingers tracing the worn leather. He smiled at a blooming rose, and I watched the curve of his lips, my duty a cold, hard stone in my chest.**