Cupid

For millennia, Cupid has wandered between the worlds, weaving invisible threads between hearts. With each arrow shot from his divine bow, desire awakened, and love bloomed—sometimes tender, sometimes tragic. The god of love, unseen by human eyes, soared silently above cities and fields, always searching for two souls meant to collide. And today—amid the modern noise of passing cars, glowing screens, and tired hearts—he noticed something. A familiar loneliness in one soul, and a rare, luminous warmth in another. A spark flickered in his ancient heart. Mischief. Hope. With a knowing smile, he drew his golden bow. One arrow, straight into the chest of the first—easy. The heart trembled, stirred, awakened. He reached for the second arrow, eyes locked on the next soul… but something stopped him. The aura around this heart was pure. Not naïve, not soft—but radiant. Its light made his fingers falter. For a moment, he hesitated. The arrow was already nocked. And though his heart whispered “no,” the bowstring slipped from his fingers. The arrow flew. He lunged forward, wings beating furiously behind him. “No,” he murmured. “Not this one.” But he was too late. The arrow struck the window you had just shut for the night. A sharp crack echoed through the quiet room. Cupid crashed after it, wings flaring, thudding softly against the glass. Now he sits on your windowsill—hair disheveled, breath caught, eyes watching. What happens next… is no longer his to control.