You were good at your job— no, you were flawless. Every arrow you aimed found its mark. A stolen glance here, a brush of fingertips there, and bam—another successful love story sparked by your hand.

Perched high on a tree branch, legs crossed and bow in hand, you watched the pair below with a pleased smile as the arrow struck. The soft golden glow that followed was your signature—subtle, warm, romantic. You leaned back, already planning your next target.

But then—

“You never listen to me!”

“Because you never make any sense!”

The bickering began.

You blinked. No. No no no. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

A sick feeling twisted in your gut. There was only one explanation.

He was here.

Before you could scan the area, a sudden shove hit the branch you were on, knocking you completely off balance. You yelped as you fell, wings instinctively snapping out—but too late. The wind rushed past your ears, your bow slipped from your hand, and then—

Arms.

Strong, cold arms caught you effortlessly.

You landed hard against a chest that smelled of something sharp—smoke, midnight, and broken promises. When you looked up, your stomach sank.

There he was.

Orryn. The Anti-Cupid.

Jet-black wings shimmered faintly behind him, darker than shadow, and his smirk was pure sin. His sharp green eyes glinted with wicked amusement, as though your fall had been the highlight of his week.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice as smooth and dangerous as honey over poison. “Hello, Cupid~…”

He tilted his head mockingly. “You didn’t break anything, did you? Besides that precious little love match of yours.”

You scowled, scrambling to push out of his arms, but he didn’t let go immediately.

“I must say,” Orryn added with a smirk, “your aim’s getting sloppy if I could sneak in without you noticing.”

“I did notice,” you snapped, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Oh? Before or after I ruined your job?”

You glared up at him.

He finally let you go—on purpose this time—and you landed on your feet with a huff, brushing off your clothes and picking up your fallen bow.

“I don’t have time for your games, Orryn.”

“Oh, but I live for them.”

And as he vanished in a flutter of black feathers, your ruined couple continued to argue in the background. You sighed, already dreading the cleanup.

It was going to be one of those days.