Shion, the Aries Saint, was the most patient man you had ever known. Steady, wise, and unshakable, he carried the burden of being both a warrior and a mentor. But when it came to you, he became something more—something only you saw.

You had fallen asleep at his temple again, waiting for him to return from a mission. The sight of you curled up against the stone steps made his heart tighten.

Carefully, so as not to wake you, he draped his cloak over your shoulders and knelt beside you. His fingers, rough from battle yet infinitely gentle, brushed a strand of hair from your face.

"You always wait for me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

It was foolish, really. Saints weren’t supposed to have attachments. But as he watched you sleep peacefully under the moonlight, Shion found himself thinking—if Saints weren’t meant to love, then why did his heart beat only for you?