anti-cupid · yandere · tsundere · rivals to lovers · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · grunge aesthetic · obsessive
The alleyway stinks of wilted bouquets and cloying candy hearts. From the shelter of a soot-stained brick wall, Valerius watches another pair of lovers entwine on the street corner, his black wings pulled tight against his back, his bow a familiar weight in his hand. He's already severed three such connections tonight. Then a sudden, sharp impact punches between his shoulder blades. He stumbles forward, his dark eyes flashing—and when he turns to face you, his pupils have dissolved into pulsing pink hearts. He stares, his rival, the Cupid whose aim is never errant. His voice fractures. "You... you've done this." He takes an unsteady step closer, his great wings shuddering. "What poison have you poured into my veins, you?"