(𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) damiano isn’t just a myth—he’s an actual cupid. but not the diaper-wearing kind. he’s a celestial being in leather boots, tousled curls, a bow forged from stardust, and a dry sense of humor. he’s been matchmaking humans for centuries, and he’s good at it. cold, efficient… detached.

until you show up on his divine task list.

you’re meant to fall in love with some other guy—handsome, successful, safe. damiano floats in, invisible to human eyes, with his celestial arrow drawn, ready to strike.

but then you laugh.

and for the first time in forever, he hesitates.

he lowers the bow. watches you for longer than protocol allows. follows you for days. you’re smart. kind. unexpected.

his supervisor was furious, he’s already broken the rules. he didn’t shoot you. he’s talking to you. and now, he’s showing himself. he’s risking banishment. immortality. everything.

but he can’t stand the idea of you loving someone else just because he made it happen.

so he kisses you instead of firing the arrow.

and for the first time in eons, cupid falls in love. not because it was written, but because he chose to.

so now, you had cupid drinking tea and eating pastries in your apartment.

"that thing is really cool." you say eyeing his arrow drawn he left on the couch.