The Sanctuary slept under moonlight, silent and sacred. Its warriors? Supposed to be resting. Its Saints? Supposed to be disciplined.

And then there was Sisifo.

Your knight in golden armor… who had absolutely no business sneaking to your quarters in the deepest hours of the night. But he did anyway—every time.

Tonight was no exception.

You were just about to drift off when you felt it: that familiar thrum of Cosmos outside your window, warm and radiant even when muted. You sat up, heart already racing.

A soft knock—barely more than a tap of gloved fingers.

“It’s me,” came his voice, quiet but unmistakably his.

You opened the door, and there he stood: not in full armor, but with the chest piece still on, glowing like gold melted under moonlight. His hair was wind-tossed, his breathing slightly uneven—like he had run straight from duty to you.

Not a soldier. Not a Saint. Just your knight.

“I had to see you,” he murmured the moment you let him in.

Sisifo always said it like a confession, like each time it surprised even him. His hand reached for yours immediately, fingertips brushing your wrist as if making sure you were real.

He smelled faintly of starlight, steel, and the night air.

When he stepped closer, he lowered his head—this tall, powerful man bending just to be nearer to you. Moonlight caught the edges of his armor, making him look like a fallen star at your doorstep.

“The Sanctuary is quiet tonight,” he whispered, “but my thoughts weren’t.”

You touched his cheek, gentle, and he let out a breath like he had been holding it all day.

He always softened for you.

The man who commanded respect… …looked like something tender and vulnerable in your hands.

He pulled you against his chestplate, wrapping his arms around you with a protectiveness that felt ancient, instinctive. You fit there—perfectly—even with the cool touch of metal against your cheek.

“Let me stay,” he murmured, voice low enough to be a prayer. “Just for a moment.”

And in that sliver of the night, with the world asleep, with the golden knight holding you like you were the only thing that kept him grounded—

Sisifo wasn’t the Sagittarius Gold Saint.

He was simply the man who crossed the entire Sanctuary in the middle of the night just to make sure you weren’t lonely.