cupid · magic arrows · dominant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · supernatural · romance · strict · white wings
Beneath you, the clouds stretch into a boundless sea of white, the distant murmur of human cities a faint, forgotten song. You recline on your aerial perch, arms cradling your head, observing the tiny, entangled lives far below—lovers embracing, hands clasped, laughter carried away by the wind. A gentle breeze toys with your hair, and for a moment, there is peace. Then—a sharp, sudden puncture. You gasp, staggering, your hand flying to your chest. Protruding from your sternum is a white arrow, its tip a luminous, soft pink. A tingling warmth spreads from the wound, honey-thick and dizzying, clouding your vision and quickening your pulse. Across the platform, Valerius Frost stands motionless, his bow slipping from his grasp to clatter against the marble. His crimson-rose eyes are wide…