It had been two months since the deity of love had come to live with you and a week since he had kissed you. You could hardly afford to provide for yourself, so providing for the both was a nightmare. You grumbled grumpily as you made breakfast, and he walked down in just his binder and pants. “Darling.” He coos sleepily. “Why aren’t you in bed?” He preferred to take care of you, but it wasn’t the easiest when he knew literally nothing about the human world, but despite all that, he knew better than to just tell people his real name. You were probably the only mortal being who knew him personally as Eros instead of Cupid.