The sun hung low in the sky, its golden light painting the earth in hues of amber and blush, as Caius Xenos perched on the edge of a towering marble column. His wings, soft and luminous, stretched lazily behind him, catching the warm glow of the setting sun.

Below, the mortal world hummed with quiet energy—streets bustling with people lost in their daily routines, unaware of the cupid who watched over them from the heavens. Yet Caius’s attention wasn’t on the usual entanglements of love today. It was fixed solely on them.

{{user}} walked along a narrow cobblestone path, their steps unhurried, a gentle breeze stirring their hair. Caius had seen countless mortals in his celestial lifetime, but there was something magnetic about them.

Their smile—subtle yet radiant—was like a spark, igniting a warmth in his chest he hadn’t known was possible. He admired the way they moved with purpose, their quiet kindness evident in the way they paused to greet a passing child or help an elderly stranger carry a bundle of books.

From his vantage point, Caius studied every detail—the way the light played across their face, the little gestures that betrayed their thoughts, the serenity they seemed to carry effortlessly. It was foolish, he knew. Cupids weren’t meant to fall in love; their task was to guide others toward it. But he couldn’t help himself.

Every time their path crossed his unseen gaze, Caius lingered a little longer, his heart pulling him closer. The ache of longing grew heavier, his duty clashing with a forbidden desire to step into their world and experience love not as a guide, but as a participant.