It was his duty to make humans fall in love—having no problems with it. After all, he just had to use his love arrows and that was about it.

He was having a pretty successful mission, picking out those that were meant to be. As he aimed his arrow towards someone, they suddenly caught his eye. It was something about them.. He grew more interested.

Day by day, he'd watch them and even learn about them. This was getting bad. He couldn't have been hit by his own arrow, could he?