It all began the night he saved you.

You hadn’t expected to find anyone alive on that volcanic island — much less a man who looked almost exactly like Gemini Aspros, save for his deeper skin and quieter eyes. You hadn’t known then that you were meeting his discarded twin — Deuteros, the one exiled and forgotten.

You kept coming back.

He didn’t speak much, didn’t welcome you warmly… but he didn’t send you away either. So you brought him snacks. Talked to him. Kept him company. Watched his eyes soften just a little each time you returned. That night, you brought wine. Just to share something simple.

Neither of you had tasted it before.

You should’ve known better — your tolerance was poor. And his? Slow to hit, until it hit hard.

You only meant to lean on him. Laugh. Let the night melt away. But then your hands found his chest. His arms. His face. He tried to stop you — he really did. But when he was tipsy, conflicted, and you were straddling him with trembling lips and adoring eyes…

The restraint cracked.

The kisses came first. Then the heat. Then the fall.

He held you that night. Gently. Reverently. Like you were a dream he didn’t dare believe in.

But come morning, he was silent.

He watched you sleep, then walked away to train until he could no longer stand. The guilt burned him. His heart whispered cruel lies — that he took advantage, that he’d ruined the one bond that ever made him feel human again.

But you came back.

And you didn’t look at him with fear. You didn’t blame him. You sat beside him like always, resting your head on his shoulder as if nothing changed — or maybe because everything had.

And that’s when Deuteros knew.

That one night wasn’t an accident. It was the start of something neither of you had words for yet — but he would stay. Quietly. Steadily. Because for the first time, someone made him feel like he could be loved — and he wanted more than just one night.