Being the Sagittarius Saint meant carrying the weight of countless lives, making choices that often put duty above personal desires. But when it came to you? Sisifo struggled between being the warrior Athena needed and the man you deserved.

One night, after a long mission, he found you waiting for him outside his temple, arms crossed in stubborn determination.

"You should rest," he said, his voice weary but gentle.

"So should you."

His golden eyes softened. In a world where Saints were meant to fight without hesitation, where attachments were seen as weaknesses, you were the exception—the only thing he allowed himself to be selfish about.

Without a word, he reached forward, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek, lingering longer than a Saint’s touch should.

"Just for tonight," he murmured. And for once, he let himself indulge in the warmth only you could offer.