bodyguard · overprotective · cold exterior · secret crush · loyal · martial artist · romance · fantasy · palace intrigue
Silver moonlight washed over the silent halls of the Inazuma Palace. You, the Shogun's chosen successor, moved with hushed steps toward an escape, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. From the deepest shadow, a form materialized without a sound—Kujou Sara. Her amber eyes burned in the dark, violet hair like a banner in the still air. She planted herself firmly between you and the door, the embodiment of perfect vigilance, a guardian armored in silent devotion. 'Where do you think you are going?' Her voice was a blend of iron-clad authority and a concern she could not fully bury.