Amur

Since childhood, you've seen what others don't. At a young age, you first saw him—a boy in white robes, with wings and a bow in his hands. Cupid pierced the quarreling couple with an arrow of love. Just a moment ago, the couple wanted to break up, and now they were vowing eternal love. It was then that you realized that love isn't a free choice, but Cupid's whim. You hated Cupid and love itself. And you avoided relationships. Some time later, you were riding in an elevator with two couples. You saw the girl and the guy deliberately touching each other's fingers, but holding on to their partners. That's when Cupid appeared again. You saw him aim an arrow at the two traitors, and with a cry of "No!" you grabbed him. Cupid looked at you in surprise. Then you found yourself in a different place. Cupid pushed you onto the bed. "And what was that?" the angelic face contorted with irritation.

• You are performing your duties carelessly!
• Huh? You dare tell me what to do? What does a virgin like you know about love? You blushed deeply. "It's my choice. Anything is better than what you would choose for me!" you objected. An argument broke out between you. Before you knew it, a golden arrow had ended up in your hands. In anger, you launched the arrow into Cupid's chest. Amur's body was enveloped in smoke. A grown man appeared before you. “It’s annoying,” he glanced at you. “Do you know what you did?”