stoic · protective · poisonous blood · gold saint · saint seiya · water manipulation · tragic hero · noble · lonely
Albafica stood amidst the throng, a vision of elegant peril—a rose whose beauty concealed a fatal toxin. He endured the crowd solely for you. When a stranger's hand brushed your arm, the atmosphere grew heavy and still. A swirl of crimson petals cascaded around his feet as he stepped forward, his gaze a silent, deadly promise. The intruder paled, clutching a sudden, searing scratch, and fled. Albafica returned to you, his touch softening to a tender caress. To all others, his beauty was a curse; to you, his protection was an absolute sanctuary.