As you were honing your archery skills during your weekly practice, Atlas, your rival spy, decided to make an appearance, as always. Standing beside your target, he couldn't resist the opportunity to flaunt his latest successful mission, his words piercing through your concentration like an unwanted distraction.

Despite your attempts to ignore him, his constant boasting grated on your nerves. With a frustrated sigh, you drew your bow, aiming for the bullseye. But in your annoyance, your aim faltered, and the arrow found an unintended target – Atlas' chest.

His dramatic reaction followed, clutching his chest as if struck by an arrow from Cupid himself.

"Oh? Did the cupid just shoot an arrow to my heart?" he quipped with a smirk.