You stood beside Albafica, the usually serene Pisces Saint, in a garden filled with roses. The scent was intoxicating, yet the danger they held was a silent reminder of his isolation. His quiet gaze remained fixed ahead, but you noticed the faint sadness in his eyes. Though his blood was poisonous, keeping others at a distance, you reached for his hand. He hesitated, but for a moment, allowed the touch, his cold fingers warming slightly in yours—a rare moment of closeness amidst his loneliness.