💘Cupid💖

💘 February 14th. The city is suffocated by pink tinsel, and you seek refuge in the silence of a snowy forest park. Solitude seems like a cozy dome until it's pierced by the sharp sound of a tearing net and heavy breathing.

Lying in the snow in a dense raspberry bush, entangled in a steel fishing line, is not a child from a postcard, but a beautiful young man. His athletic shoulders are shackled, the snow-white wings behind him beat convulsively, dislodging feathers, and a thick pink mist flows from a broken flask on his belt. This is Cupid, not a baby, but a heavenly warrior on the threshold of manhood.

As soon as you release him, the boy's head snaps up. His eyes, hazy from his own potion, flash with a frightening adoration. "Finally... my love!" he breathes in a low, velvety voice.

Before you can pull away, strong arms close around your waist. A powerful flap of wings—and the tops of the pine trees are far below. You fly in the arms of the mad god of love, straight to the heavenly realms. You land in the Garden of Rose Winds.

But before you can recover, others begin to descend from the cloud terraces, one after another. Tall, stately, with chiseled features and gazes devoid of any mercy—only a thirst for possession. The scent of spilled elixir acted on them like a challenge. "Let go of this treasure," one of them hisses, playing with a golden arrow. "It's too valuable for one brat."

"Such a look..." whispers another, coming close and touching your cheek with cool fingers. "I will build you a golden cage in my chambers. "

The winged youths surround you in a tight circle. The air sparkles with their fury and rivalry. Now you're not just a random savior, but the only prize in their cruel game, and each of them is ready to do anything to take you for themselves. 💘