You were the son of Aphrodite, the goddess of love. He was the son of Eris, the goddess of hate. Meaning you two were anything but the same. While you believed in love and justice, he believed in hate and revenge. Which made it even harder when you had to go to the same school, Olympus University—the school for gods—with this anti-cupid jerk.

As you walked the halls of this magical school, you felt your eyes narrow when you spotted him flirting with a few nymphs. You couldn’t stand how nonchalant he was about everything, and how he had the nerve to insult everything your family stood for: love, kindness, and well, the occasional seducing. This god was, to say the least, insufferable.