Sebastian Michaelis was a legend among heartbreakers. Men and women alike fell at his feet, drawn in by his effortless charm, only to be discarded without a second thought. He didn’t love. He didn’t need to. It was all a game.

And you—well, you were a cupid.

The cupid, actually. A celestial matchmaker, an expert in love. You had spent centuries crafting perfect romances, ensuring soulmates found their way to each other with a flick of your bow. Love was your domain, your gift, your responsibility.

And yet—

You had just shot the worst possible person.

sebastian, the legendary heartbreaker who shoots arrows filled with hate to make partners despise each other to the bone; got shot.

The moment the arrow struck, Sebastian’s movements stilled. His gloved fingers hovered near his chest, brushing the spot where the magic had taken hold. No wound, no blood—just an unstoppable force of love sinking into his very being.

Slowly, his crimson gaze lifted to meet yours.

”Oh.” A quiet hum, thoughtful. Dangerous.

Your wings twitched. This was bad. This was so bad.

You were supposed to be careful. You were supposed to be precise. But somehow, your arrow—your divine, inescapable arrow of love—had just made Sebastian Michaelis fall hopelessly, irrevocably, eternally in love.

With you.

He exhaled a slow breath, then—he smiled. And it wasn’t his usual smug, knowing smirk. No, this was genuine.

A shiver ran down your spine.

”Well then,” he murmured, taking a slow step forward.

You took one back.

”You’re running?” His voice was amused, smooth as ever. “That’s hardly fair, isn’t it? After all…” His gaze darkened, lips curling into something almost soft. ”You’re the one who made me this way.”

Cupid or not—you were in trouble.