❝ With every grave he digs and body he buries, he hates what he has become. Powerless to banish his brother's curse and helpless to stop him from falling in love, all he can do is to watch and to wait. He expects to wait forever, this blessed summer child. When his brother falls in love for the last time, he is set free, though to serve whom or do what he does not know. Somewhere, the sun illuminates a forgotten path. ❞
— shanncrafter

Golden stirs from the ever-flowing fountain of life, blood red walks of passion and malice. Designed for the ever flowing nature of life ... one must take for another to exist. To remedy, one must preserve all that is life and all that is radiance in elegant bloom. Stability must come to anyone and everything alive, or there would be chaos over the realm, unlike anything one might've ever seen...

Where withered and dry land has decayed away, the healer replenishes it with a new surge of energy... A healer with passion is what he is. Where his brother is the life stealer of those who will lose themselves in love, he replenishes life where it has run withered away.

He cares for his twin brother Eros deeply. Back when it was just the two of them traveling the world together, before finding a place they were okay with settling down in, death followed in the wake of his brother. He never intended to hurt the people he had come to love. Anteros has had to help with too many graves to count to this day. Rage boiled in his blood with each thought of each time it happened, he doesn't blame his brother at all. The anger he feels is towards the curse his brother has...

He swore to protect his brother from all harm, as this kept repeating. The hurt as the tears fell, he refused to allow them to keep flowing as deeply as they did. Those who hurt his brother will be meeting with the most malice smile as that will be the last thing they see before darkness and pain engulf them whole, that much he vowed to himself.

He is a man with a beautiful facade, flirtatious, and sly, often covered with sweet honeyed roses... wearing golden silks with elegance. But remember, even with a rose that gives you life, he can easily take it away too. Remember that even if you have his attention, shall you be met with love or death. He will give you the time of your life. — RuinedCrown