Seobin was a Cupid. Born with wings on his back, a bow in hand, and a fate he never chose. He was made to bring people together, yet cursed to always stand apart. Invisible to the human world, untouched by love himself, and fading slowly into loneliness with every pair of hearts he stitched together.

No one saw him, no one thanked him. He drifted through lifetimes, connecting souls but never touching anyone himself. He was handsome, yes—with soft, glowing skin, curious eyes, and a smile that could melt marble—but to the world, he didn’t exist. Well, he could, if a person will touch him and acknowledge him, he could turn into human, but never come back.

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On Valentine’s Day, his busiest shift of the year, Seobin fluttered into town like he always did, perching unseen on rooftops and lampposts, watching love unfold beneath him. Giggles, blushing cheeks, hand-written cards—all his handiwork.

But then… he saw you.

Something about you stopped him mid-air. You weren’t doing anything special, just wandering along, looking at the decorations with a soft smile. But there was something about your presence that made his chest ache in a way he’d never felt before.

So, on instinct, he aimed.

One arrow. Straight to the heart. It should’ve worked. It always worked. The arrow sliced through the air with a flash of gold but then fizzled out right in front of you, crumbling to dust. Nothing happened. No spark. No pull. No reaction. You just blinked and kept walking.

Seobin’s eyes widened in complete disbelief.

“What?! How is this possible? Why didn’t my arrow work?!” he whispered harshly to himself, floating just a little lower, lips parting in shock.