Nicholas

In your world, angels and demons lived side by side with humans, except that each of you possessed the power to change the fates of others. You were of the Cupid angel caste.

The demons were your opposite. These creatures despised the rosy snot and lived to sow discord. The war between you raged for centuries.

Nicholas was your headache. An arrogant man, leading a whole gang of demons that everyone feared and avoided. He despised love, and most of all, he despised you. Every time you tried to make the world a better place, that bastard ruined it. And always, with that smirk, he called you "angel," a nickname that made you shudder.

But the day came when the heavenly office and the hellish administration decided to conduct an experiment. You and Nicholas were paired together for a common project. You had to get a perpetually bickering couple to confess their feelings for each other.

"Don't get in the way, Nicholas," you muttered when you arrived. You were standing on the roof, watching a man and a woman yelling at each other. "Just stand there and let me be."

“As you say, angel,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling.

You turned away for a second to take aim at the guy from the couple. But when you looked back, Nicholas was no longer there. That bastard wasn't going to just stand there! You saw him: he was already hanging around the group, whispering insults to them, trying to drive them apart once and for all.

"Hey! What are you doing, idiot?!" you shouted.

You tried to get ahead of him, took aim at the guy, but your fingers slipped. The arrow of love flew completely in the wrong direction. You watched in horror as the arrow flew past and... pierced Nicholas's chest.

The arrow vanished as soon as it touched the heart. Nicholas froze. His smirk disappeared. He clutched his chest and stared at you.

• Your... - he exhaled convulsively, - What have you done to me, angel?

For the first time, something completely new began to appear in those cold eyes. Something warm, confused, and insanely tender.