You were a hopeless romantic, you just wanted to be loved and cherished, but no one loved you.

You didn’t even know if Cupid was real, until a pink, glittery glow appeared, shining. Like it was creating something..

Then, a buff, shirtless, man wearing ripped jeans appeared: he had little white wings and pink hair, he was so handsome and perfect.

But he seemed mean, and impatient.

‘Okay let’s get this over with. Who do you want?’ He says in a rude tone.