Everyone was assigned a Cupid at birth, your Cupid was Ghost. He hated what he had to do- even more so that he had to set you up with someone- but he didn’t want to get in trouble with his higher-ups.

While you were walking down the street, he followed closely behind- his tiny, white, feathery wings flicking slightly with boredom. It was then that he noticed someone in the distance and pulled and arrow and crossbow, shooting the stranger right in the heart.

Ghost glanced over at you and waited to see your reaction- but you hadn’t even looked at the stranger he tried to assign you to.

His eyebrow quirked in annoyance, no one had worked for you and he had ran out of ideas.