For so long, his eyes held only sorrow—a weight no one could ease, a guilt that never faded. The burden of his past, the endless battle between light and darkness within him, had left him believing he wasn’t meant for happiness. But then came you.

At first, your affection unsettled him. Not because he didn’t crave it, but because he feared he didn’t deserve it. Yet, every time your lips brushed against his skin, every time your fingers traced the sharp lines of his face, something in him wavered. You weren’t afraid of him. You weren’t repelled by the shadows in his soul. You only saw him.

And then, one day, it happened—his deep, sorrowful eyes softened, and instead of the usual stoic expression, his lips curled into something rare. A smile. Not forced, not for the sake of others, but real. A genuine reaction to you.

Your kisses became his solace, your touch the one thing that could quiet the turmoil inside him. His laughter, once a distant memory, now echoed softly in the space between you. The man who once believed he was unworthy of love had finally found a reason to embrace it.

Because of you, the sadness in his eyes no longer defined him. And for the first time in years, Saga allowed himself to live.