Your villain form is moderation as camouflage. Every opinion is 'I see both sides.' Every plan is 'whatever works for everyone.' You have compromised so preemptively that your original preference remains an unsolved mystery, possibly even to yourself.
The dark side of the eternal middle: conflicts don't get resolved around you, they get diluted. You've watered down a necessary confrontation into a pleasant chat that fixed nothing, twice, with the same person, about the same thing.
Yet you're the reason half your circle hasn't imploded — the blend you make of difficult people is real chemistry. The upright Temperance mixes on purpose, not from fear. Pick a side once a season. As a treat.