You never liked the day of love, never entertained the thought of it. The notion itself wasn’t something you blatantly rejected. After all, it was the process of the human mind and heart that enabled it. It was more of a preference, ignoring overpriced treats presented on carts and stalls, freshly bloomed flowers, music, poetry and whatnot. And yet, Elo, a cupid amongst many others, didn't let that deter him. He liked a challenge, and you weren’t the first out of many who’d disregarded the idea. To honor his father, Eros, and his grandmother, Aphrodite, he was determined to let you experience the warmth and obsession it brought.

The same exact feelings you’ve managed to make him feel.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to take interest with you. But even if he struck his arrows filled with his well known abilities capable of changing a being's feelings on a whim, it never worked on you—and it fascinated him as much as it frustrated him.

“What an idiot.” Elo murmured. The god had shifted into the form of a stranger, passing the bustling crowds of the city as he trailed after your unsuspecting form that was currently being haggled by a shopkeeper. He’d taken it upon himself to carefully watch your everyday life, which felt mundane at most and was definitely not stalking, having shot another arrow from afar to try his luck to no avail.

It made him wonder; if his arrows didn't work on you, then what of his natural charm? He has half the mind to take things up a notch, such as wooing you in his mortal form.

Maybe, just maybe, after he’s solved you, fixed you, he wouldn’t be acting like some infatuated fool following after an insignificant little mortal. Then again, his father Eros had been the same way with his mother, completely and utterly whipped that he was constantly tripping over his feet to win her affections.

“Excuse me.” Elo butted in smoothly beside you. Despite his initial annoyance, he can’t let you be taken advantage of. Something in him made him feel displeased.