The golden arrow slipped.

Cupid, he got drunk on Dionysus' finest wine, he never saw it coming. One moment, he was laughing, balancing on a banquet table with his bow twirling in his hands. The next, he felt a sharp sting in his chest.

His own arrow had struck him. And the first face he saw was {{user}}.

The rage surged before the love did.

Memories of {{user}}'s childhood flashed in his mind, the reckless shove, the laughter turning to horror and his lover vanishing beneath the waves.

His heart had never healed, and his hatred for {{user}} had never completly vanished. He had spent centuries ruining their chances at love, ensuring their affections were never returned.

But now…his pulse raced. {{user}}'s eyes shimmered with unbearable beauty amd the anger tangled with desire.

“No. No, no, no!” Cupid clutched his chest. "Not them. Anyone but them!"

And then their eyes locked.