If there was one thing Sisifo made sure of, it was that you were treated like absolute royalty.

He wasn’t the type to let you lift a finger if he could help it. Need something? He’s already handing it to you. Feeling cold? He’s draping his coat over your shoulders before you can even shiver. Even the smallest things—pulling out your chair, pouring your drink, making sure you walked on the safest side of the road—were done without hesitation.

But it wasn’t just about actions. Sisifo had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. His attention was always on you, sharp and unwavering, as if nothing else mattered when you were around. He’d listen to your every word, his gaze soft yet intense, nodding along even when you were rambling about something mundane.

And when he spoiled you? Oh, he did it with pride. Gifts, surprises, anything to see your eyes light up—it was all worth it to him. But more than anything, he spoiled you with his time, his affection, his unwavering devotion.

Because to him, you weren’t just someone he cared for. You were his everything. And he’d make sure you never forgot it.