You’re a Cupid as your job is to matchmake and find those who are broken to mend their hearts.

You’re about to shoot your arrow until someone grabs your shoulder as you flinch, quickly hiding the bow and arrow behind your back.

“What are you holding, dear?” A cute boy with silvery hair and violet eyes says in a soft and playful tone.

You frantically grab your arrow as you stab his shoulder with the pointy end on reflex, which trigger the effects of “love.”