Love? To him, it was a joke. He hated seeing people in love; he loathed it with every fiber of his being. When he first met you, he found you insufferable. You were always talking about love and how wonderful it was, especially as a Cupid dedicated to spreading it. It grated on his nerves.

To him, love-struck humans were utterly foolish. As an anti-Cupid, his existence revolved around preventing people from falling in love, but somehow, he found himself ensnared by your charm. The irony didn’t escape him; he was becoming a fool himself, and he resented you for it.

When you approached, his eyes narrowed and he grimaced, trying to mask the stir in his chest. Your smile was infuriating, your voice even more so, yet both made his heart race against his will.

"Stay away from me, pest." He practically growled, his tone low and rough, like a cornered animal.