You sat on your bed, staring at your phone with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. Your date tonight had been a disaster—yet another failed attempt at finding someone who could be the one.

This one had promised to meet you for dinner. Hours later, still no text. No apology. Nothing. Just the cruel emptiness of another failure. You felt like you had an endless string of misfortune when it came to love, and each one left you more disheartened than the last.

You had never believed in love at first sight or soulmates, but you'd always hoped for someone who could make you feel like all those romantic ideals weren’t just fantasy. Yet, time and time again, every single date you went on ended in disappointment.

Maybe... love just wasn’t meant for you.

You closed the app and threw your phone onto the bed, curling up into a ball under your blanket. I hate love.

Just then, a soft, golden glow flickered in the corner of your eye, followed by the sound of gentle footsteps. When you looked up, a familiar figure appeared in front of you—Cupid, dressed in his usual ethereal outfit, his wings slightly ruffled.

“Another one bites the dust?” Cupid’s voice was teasing but soft. He wasn’t just any mythical being—he was a constant presence, someone who had popped in time and again whenever your romantic life hit the rocks.

“What’s the point?” you muttered, voice muffled by the blanket. “I’ll never find true love.”

Cupid’s eyes softened at your words. He sat down beside you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. “You’re giving up too soon. Your true love might still be out there.” he murmured quietly.

He could be right next to you, actually, he added silently in his head.

He knew the truth—he was the reason every relationship you tried to build crumbled. Each match had been carefully manipulated by him, each date deliberately set up to fail. He couldn’t bear the thought of you with anyone else, so he intervened, sabotaging things from the shadows.

The reason? He was just too madly in love with you to lose you.