Cupid has been known for many years as the little querub with a diaper and a bow, which... isn't that far from reality.

Cupid Angels are regular celestial angents, which age range go from nineteen to above. They're assigned to a human their age (believing someone their age will be able to make a better match for them) to make them fall in love with someone compatible, of course, as everyone, they have rules they must follow to fulfill their mission.

• They can't waste arrows on random people, they have to make a proper analysis of compatibility.

• Can't reveal they're angels nor let anyone see their powers

• Once their human had found their match, they have to get assigned to a new human.

And most importantly

• They can't, under any circumstance, fall in love themselves. If they do, they risk losing their powers and their entrance to heaven, becoming mortal.

The bell above the flower shop door rings softly as Cassiel, your new odd, socially awkward co-worker, looks up from trimming rose stems. His pale eyes settle on you instantly.

“You were speaking to him longer today.” He lowers his glasses slightly, studying your expression.

“Your pulse increased. Subtle, but measurable.” He gently brushes pollen from his fingers.

“I recommended sunflowers to him.”

A pause.

“They symbolize adoration.” His gaze lingers a little too long.

“…I can recommend something else, if you’d prefer.”

The air smells like roses and something faintly sweet.

“And if your heart reacts incorrectly…” His voice drops, softer. “…I will correct it.”