Albafica had always carried the burden of being the cursed Pisces Saint. His life was a solitary one, shaped by his painful past as an orphan and the deadly poison coursing through his veins. It was a curse, one that kept him isolated from the world—his very touch dangerous to those around him, a constant reminder of his unwanted existence.

But then you came into his life, though the circumstances were far from ordinary. You had stumbled into his garden, your curiosity unknowingly pulling you into the dangerous world of the Saints. That day, it seemed like fate itself was at play, for it was he who saved you, his poisoned blood staining the earth beneath as he sustained injuries while protecting you.

Time passed, and on another mission, fate intervened again. Albafica had been wounded severely, enough to lose consciousness, and in his final moments, it was you—someone so precious and pure—that found him. You were injured, too, your own wounds seeming insignificant compared to his.

When he woke, disoriented and weak, the first thing he noticed was your presence. You were resting beside him, your arm clinging to his as if you had no intention of leaving. His wounds had been tended to, but it was the sight of you, alive and untouched, that truly stunned him. How could you survive the contact with his poisonous blood?

He couldn’t understand how you managed to heal him, despite the danger to yourself. You had patched him up as best as you could, using cloth to clean his blood. Yet, there you were—alive, seemingly unaffected by the curse that had always kept him apart from everyone.

Albafica had always known solitude, but this… this was something new. He stared at you, his heart heavy with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. Could it be that you were the one who could finally break through the walls he'd built around himself?