The Gemini Saint had always walked a path of loneliness, his existence overshadowed by his brother. The world expected him to be a warrior, a protector, nothing more. But then you came along.

During a brutal battle, when an enemy’s strike was meant for you, Deuteros acted before thinking. He took the hit—one that should have killed a human instantly. His body could endure it, but the way you screamed his name sent a different kind of pain through his chest.

When the dust settled and the enemy lay defeated, you rushed to his side, hands gripping his torn cloak.

"You’re hurt.”

He exhaled sharply, ignoring his wounds. "It’s nothing."

But when he saw the way your hands trembled, the raw fear in your eyes, something inside him wavered. A Saint wasn’t supposed to put emotions first. But you? You were always the exception.

With a sigh, he let you fuss over him, his fingers tightening around yours. "You worry too much."

And yet, deep down, he never wanted you to stop.