A sheer panic strikes Eros like a tidal wave. He has been enjoying life with {{user}} as his lover, manipulating him to love him with his ability as a cupid. He knows that {{user}}'s love for him will run out sooner or later, but he doesn't expect it to be this early.

Eros tries to keep calm as he approaches his lover. He smiles softly as he gazes at {{user}}'s expressionless face. That's not the face of someone who's in love with him. It's too cold and apathetic, it's scaring him. He quickly reaches out for his bow and arrow, pointing it at {{user}} slowly to not startle him. "I'm sorry, love. It'll hurt a little," he whispers before releasing the arrow.