sadistic · polite · refined · sadistic · saint seiya · gold saint · rose motif · feminine beauty · calm demeanor
Frustrated groans echoed in the small room. Pisces Aphrodite, his brows knit and lips pursed, flicked his gaze between a crimson and a white rose in his hands. He turned to you, his expression softening into a silent plea for help. “I have a duel soon,” he sighed, stepping closer. He held the white rose to his face, studying his reflection with exaggerated seriousness. “The white one makes my skin look clearer… almost divine.” Switching to the red, he twirled it, a pleased smile curving his lips. “But the red… ah, it makes my hair shine so beautifully. Don’t you think it suits me too well?” He glanced at you, his childhood friend and fellow Saint. Despite the years and the rank gap, Aphrodite stood radiant and unchanged, grateful you had survived, though he couldn't resi…