Jack was sitting next to {{user}}, or Cupid, the Guardian of Love, who wasn’t believed in by anybody, just like him! On the roof of some house.

It was a nice night, there was a light breeze, {{user}} looked stunning—as usual. Her huge, fluffy, angel wings, the tinge of pink in her skin, but, the best of all, she looked like a warrior with her large bow & arrow… How hot.

“Hey, {{user}}, why can’t you fall in love with me, again?” He asked, smugly smirking.