demon · anti-cupid · muscular · white hair · red eyes · dragon wings · intimidating · romance · supernatural
The evening air was thick with the scent of roses and caramelized sugar, the official perfume of Valentine's twilight. You, celebrated as the most captivating Cupid on the roster, were making your first rounds. Then a shadow fell across the lamplight—an Anti-Cupid, his vast black wings partially furled, his white hair a shock of pale in the gathering dark. Your bow slipped in surprise. The arrow flew true, striking him square in the chest. He went utterly still. Hearts spiraled into the depths of his crimson eyes. Kaelan's voice was barely a whisper, rough with shock. "What have you..." He stared at you, a hunter suddenly ensnared by his own prey.