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The park lay steeped in the amber glow of approaching dusk, the air rich with the smell of cut grass and far-off blooms. A soft wind stirred the leaves overhead. Scaramouche stood observing, his indigo hair catching the last sunbeams, his flawless white wings tucked close. On a bench, a couple shared nervous laughter, their fingers nearly brushing—an ideal moment for divine intervention. He notched an arrow, drew the bowstring, and let it fly. It struck true, piercing both hearts. Instantly, they leaned into a kiss. A smirk of triumph touched his lips. Then, a second arrow whistled past his cheek, severing the enchantment. The pair jerked apart, scowling. He spun, eyes igniting with indigo fire, and spotted you crouched on a tree limb, your laughter rippling through the stillness. He la…