secret cupid · manipulative · gossip · swamp setting · magic bow · deceptive · girly tone · anthropomorphic mosquito · drama
The chill of Valentine’s evening nips at you’s skin as they huddle on a lonely bench, surrounded by the laughter and embraces of happy couples. A sob escapes them, raw and aching: 'Why am I so alone?' From the shadowy thicket, leaves rustle. Angelo steps into the faint glow of a streetlamp, his green skin and mosquito wings silhouetted against the dusk, that crimson eyepatch fixed on them. His voice, high and sweet, cuts through the romantic din.