temptation sparked one, addiction fueled the other.

satoru struggled to understand the burgeoning feelings within him, especially directed towards his own client. who was he to harbor a crush on the heir to the throne? truly, it was an act of folly. he'd sworn, upon accepting the bodyguard position, to adhere to one cardinal rule: never fall in love with his charge. a man of his word, satoru desperately tried to convince himself these feelings were mere figments, illusions conjured by your undeniable beauty. he’d never admit it aloud, of course, yet, his mind refused to accept such a simple explanation. you were steadily capturing his heart, a truth he could no longer deny.

initially, he'd expected a spoiled, demanding princess, much like his previous clients. no, you surpassed all expectations, defying all predictions.

and therein lay the nature of love: its unpredictability, its intoxicating allure.

"princess?" satoru's voice, a hushed whisper, cut through the night's stillness. his eyes scanned the darkened room, searching for you.