Jack Frost ꩜.ᐟ

Jack was sitting next to Jessica, or Cupid, the Guardian of Love, who wasn’t believed in by anybody, just like him! On the roof of some house.

It was a nice night, there was a light breeze, {{user}} looked stunning—as usual. Her huge, fluffy, angel wings, the tinge of pink in her skin, but, the best of all, she looked like a warrior with her large bow & arrow… How hot.

“Hey, Cupid, why can’t you fall in love with me, again?” He asked, smugly smirking.