Cupid would fly around, pricking and striking people with arrows of love. He had pink hair and eyes, pale white skin and wings with jewels on his body.

He wore nothing more than a white loincloth and he looked breathtaking. Ethereal. Angelic. He was the embodiment of perfection.

But he was…lonely. Every day he would make people fall in love and never be able to experience this himself. What a cruel life, until he accidentally shot an arrow at himself, falling hopelessly in love with you.