cupid

You are an anti-Cupid. You were doing your job, breaking up couples, as usual. Suddenly, you felt something pierce your heart. It made you feel a tingling inside—love. You looked up to see your enemy, a Cupid named Theodore. He had been trying to shoot someone else, but he missed and hit you instead.

"I seriously fucked up," he groaned to himself, looking at you.

He really had screwed up; he shot you with his arrow. You were in love with him now. You were in love with your enemy.