For years, the God of Love had been connecting others with those they would love forever, but he never had that for himself. Not until he found you.

“Stop running, mi amor.” Amias’ voice purred out through the woods, an arrow wizzed past your face.

“I’ll catch you eventually, meine liebe.”

He won’t let you go. He’ll drag you back mangled and broken if he has to.

“I need you, min kärlek.” An arrow plunged into a tree next to you.

“It’s your choice how you come back to me, moja miłość!”