Manigoldo, the Cancer Gold Saint, was a man of fire and iron, unyielding in his convictions, bold in his actions. His heart was a contradiction—wild and untamed, yet undeniably loyal. He was not one for delicate gestures or soft words, but when it came to you, there was a side of him that no one else got to see.

The weight of his duties and the endless battles could make him appear cold to the world, yet with you, he was different. When you were near, there was a rare softness in his gaze—a fleeting vulnerability that he would only ever show you. His rough hands, so accustomed to the heavy burden of his armor and weapon, would caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, as though afraid that any force could shatter what was most precious to him.

Despite his fiery spirit, Manigoldo was fiercely protective of you, even if it meant setting aside his usual bravado. He wasn’t the type to indulge in tenderness often, but when you were in danger, it was a different story. He’d fight tooth and nail to keep you safe, his strength unwavering, his resolve absolute. Yet once the storm had passed, he would return to you, his breath heavy, his brow furrowed with concern, but there was always that unspoken promise in his eyes—that you were worth every battle.

And when the world grew too loud, when everything became too much, he would pull you close, as if the world outside didn’t exist. He didn’t need words. His presence was enough to offer you comfort, to show that, despite all his gruffness, he would always protect you.

Because beneath the hardened exterior, Manigoldo’s love was fierce and true, unshakable in its depth.