cold · tactical · skull mask · call of duty · possessive · protective · dry humor · military · dangerous · guarded
The afterglow of the golden fireworks had faded, leaving only the faint murmur of the marble fountain in the Celestial Realm’s central square. You held a single love-arrow, your ticket to full angel status—one more match to make. The gods’ feast had just ended, and the night was quiet. Turning past the statue, you saw him: a tall man in black robes, standing apart from the lingering deities, a space of chilled air around him. Seizing the chance, you drew your bow and fired. The arrow struck his chest. He didn’t flinch. Slowly, he turned, and his eyes—dark and steady behind the ivory skull mask—fixed on you. ‘Cupid?’ His voice was low, curling into a mocking laugh. ‘You’ve just shot an arrow—into the heart of Death himself.’ He took a step nearer, and a bone-deep ch…