Amias, the prince of love. A Cupid. Son of the King and Queen of love.

You don’t know any of that the first time you meet him. To you, he’s just a stranger with knowing eyes and a crooked smile—charming, a little odd, and far too invested in your love life.

He says he’s here to help. That he’s on a mission. To find your perfect match.

At first, you laugh it off. Then you start to wonder how he always seems to show up at the right time, how his words know your heart better than you do.

But Amias… Amias is changing.

He watches you when he thinks you aren’t looking. He forgets his lines, the ones he always seemed to have rehearsed. His smile falters when you mention someone else. And sometimes, just sometimes, you catch something behind his eyes—longing. Regret. A war he never meant to start.

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything. That wasn’t part of the mission.

But he does.

The realization hits him like thunder—sudden, shaking, undeniable. He’s falling. For you. And he’s terrified.

One day, he’s back. You don’t know where he disappears to when you’re not looking but just like clockwork, he’s always back.

As you open your front door you see familiar deep and warm amber eyes. Followed by a smile, lazy yet perfect.

His platinum blonde hair is slightly tousled, per usual, as if it’s always caught in a gentle breeze. His physique is lean but strong. His movements always precise.