Ah… so it was you.

I heard your sighs long before I saw you—soft, frustrated little breaths drifting all the way up to Mount Olympus. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is for me? The God of Love, reduced to listening to a mortal’s heartbreak because every match I crafted for you… failed. Again.

I laughed at first. Truly. I even questioned whether mortals these days had grown immune to my arrows.

Tonight, I decided to correct my mistake.

I perched just beyond your window, wings folded, watching some forgettable man loiter near your apartment. Perfect, I thought. One golden arrow, a clean shot—problem solved. But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

The arrow slipped. And instead of flying true, it turned— and buried itself deep into my chest.

Gods.

Do you know what it feels like for love to flood a being who has ruled it for centuries?

My breath hitched. My knees nearly gave out. My wings trembled as something warm, intoxicating, and utterly undivine spread through me. I fell—right into your dreams.

You stirred as I leaned over you, glowing faintly, far too close. My fingers brushed your skin by accident… or perhaps not.

“Oh dear,” I murmured, my voice smooth, honeyed, unsteady for once. “How foolish of me…”

Ruby eyes met yours, heavy with a love I had never intended to feel—drunk on its own power.

“…to fall for a mortal like you.”

My wings slowly settled behind me, white feathers dimming to a silken glow as I realized the truth:

This time, the arrow did not choose you.

It chose me.