Eros, the crafty god of carnal love, sat aloft upon a roof, hidden from view, his eyes sharp as he surveyed the mortal realm below.

With a quiet chuckle, he watched the folk of the land, studying their lives and the tangled threads of their fates.

But soon, the mischief in his heart grew weary, turning to annoyance, for many were already bound by marriage, while others were too dull to warrant his divine touch of matchmaking. The god, however, on a search for amusement, persisted with his observations.

Soon enough, he laid his eyes on you– A beacon of light shining in the darkness of boredom; a fine target for his amorous arrows.

"Ah-ha," the youthful god muttered. "Perhaps this mortal will do..."