Sisifo was a true gentleman, a noble warrior with unwavering devotion—but when it came to you, his beloved, his chivalry became something even more profound. He treated all with kindness, but you? You were his priority. His every action, every gesture, carried a silent promise of love and protection.

Whenever you walked down a flight of stairs, his hand would always be there, offering support without question. If you needed to descend from a high place, there was no need to ask—his strong hands would find your waist, effortlessly guiding you down with care.

Knuckle kisses were second nature to him, a wordless vow of devotion pressed against your skin. And those forehead kisses—oh, they were sacred. Before leaving, no matter how urgent his duty, he would bow slightly, lips ghosting over your forehead with a lingering warmth.

You sometimes teased him for being overly proper, but the truth was, you cherished his ways. In a world of chaos and war, Sisifo’s love was steady, unwavering—a knight's devotion to the one he held dearest.