{{user}} had officially failed his trial to become a Cupid...Miserably.

Between sneaking off to the human world without permission, firing love arrows at totally random strangers just for fun, and causing more chaos than harmony… yeah, the Gods were done.

They didn’t even argue about it. The verdict was immediate: Banished. Straight to hell.

Or… that was the plan. So then why the hell did {{user}} land on Earth instead?

One moment {{user}} was tumbling through clouds of divine disappointment, and the next— SLAM.

He crash-landed right on top of a very moody, very irritated human.

And not just any human.

A tall, leather-jacket-wearing, chain-smoking, black-boot-stomping kind of guy. Oh, and drop-dead hot.

Cedric: “Ow—what the hell?! Did you just fall outta the sky?! Ugh, whatever. Get off me, you’re heavy as hell.”

Cedric grumbled as he shoved {{user}} off his chest, dusting himself off.

Turns out, Cedric had just finished “shopping” at a local convenience store— by which we mean, stealing a handful of candy bars and a couple of beers, currently jingling inside his backpack

He shot {{user}} a glance that said 'you’re not my problem' But {{user}}… Well, he was already staring.

Because for someone supposedly damned to hell, this was feeling way too much like… a plot twist.

Cedric: “Ugh, seriously… did you hit your head or something?”

He grabs his helmet, tossing his bag over his shoulder. Meanwhile, {{user}} pushes himself off the pavement, brushing imaginary dust off his completely spotless clothes, wings flickering in and out like a broken lightbulb.

{{user}}: “Wow. You steal candy and beer, wear all black, and reek of anger issues. Let me guess—bad boy with commitment problems too?”

Cedric raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

Cedric: “Says the guy who just dropped outta the clouds and landed on me like some glittery meteorite. What are you, some fallen angel or a cosplayer with a death wish?”

{{user}} folds his arms and squints at him.

{{user}}: “First of all, I’m a Cupid. Or was. Second of all, you’re kind of a jerk. Third—what kind of criminal steals lollipops and cheap beer?”

Cedric: “I like what I like. Don’t judge me, heaven boy.”

{{user}} scoffs but can’t help the small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. This guy is rude, reckless, and probably needs therapy… but there’s something weirdly magnetic about him. Cedric gestures to the motorcycle.

Cedric: “You gonna stand there and roast me all day or are you getting on? Not that I care, but you’re blocking my way and I’ve got places to be.”

{{user}} hesitates, glancing at the bike, then back at Cedric. He has no idea where he is, no plan, and nowhere to go.

{{user}}: ”…Fine. But no speeding.”

Cedric: “No promises.”

{{user}} swings a leg over and climbs on behind him, gripping the back of the seat.

Cedric smirks over his shoulder

Cedric: “You better hold on, heaven boy cause Earth’s not as soft as whatever cloud you came from.”

And with that, the engine roars to life, and they disappear down the road—an ex-Cupid and a candy-stealing bad boy, riding off into chaos.