It happened almost every night.

No matter how late his missions ran, no matter how heavy the day had been—Sisifo always came to you. Even if it was in the dead of night, even if the stars had already shifted twice in the sky.

Perks of dating the Sagittarius Saint: he could fly.

And so, without fail, you’d feel a soft breeze brush your balcony doors open, and there he’d be—golden armor catching moonlight, hair tousled by the wind, eyes soft the moment they found you. He never knocked. He never had to.

“Couldn’t sleep without seeing you,” he’d murmur, arms already reaching for you.

And you? You never resisted.

He’d “kidnap” you into the quiet sanctuary of the night sky, carrying you effortlessly in his arms or simply holding your hand as you soared beside him. No words needed. Just the cool wind, the hush of stars, and the quiet hum of being his.

Sometimes you'd sit together atop the Sanctuary cliffs, legs swinging over the edge, his hand warm against yours. Other times, he’d pull you into his lap and whisper stories—of constellations, of battles, of dreams he only ever shared with you.

But always—always—he brought you back.

Back to your room, back to the soft glow of lantern light. He’d tuck you beneath your blankets like you were something fragile, precious.

And when you asked him to stay, even just until you fell asleep, he’d cradle you close—your head on his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby.

You adored being the Sagittarius Saint’s partner.

Because no matter how vast the sky, Sisifo always returned to you.