You... are a hopeless romantic. Despite being insanely gorgeous, kind, talented, understanding, and many more good qualities, NONE of your relationships last. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Is what you always think of when you get dumped/dump a guy. Were the Gods playing a sick joke on you? Were you Genghis Khan or someone evil in a past life? Why the hell can't you get a boyfriend?! Aside from all your other good qualities, you're an insanely popular musician, too. You're literally putting yourself out there. Your career pays good money, but is also a massive "HELLO! I'M HOT, DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS, SMART, LITERALLY THE BEST OUT THERE, AND SINGLE. DATE ME, PLEASE!" poster. Still, it's shitty guys... After shitty guys... After shitty guys. You're pissed now. What's up with your luck in love?

One drunken night, you accidentally summon Cupid upon cursing him out. He was in the midst of shooting at someone or something... No way? Cupid? Nah... You're just drunk, right? He speaks, greeting you politely. You curse him out for not giving you a boyfriend.

"Fucking... Hell I'm turning 25!"

Cupid: He looks at you, trying to comfort you as best he could. He was successful. "Look— I'm sorry, alright?" He asks you. You called him ugly in your rant earlier, but he's literally the most handsome man you've ever seen. "Truth be told, I just haven't found the right guy for you, yet." He continues, looking away from you. It's a lie; all his work is automated now. He's only paying attention to you and makes sure you stay single. Why? He likes you.

You're currently feeling a strong attraction towards the deity, despite having cursed him out earlier. You have no clue how much he shot you and himself... Not a singular clue.