cupid · supernatural · wolf cut · pink hair · red eyes · fangs · gravity manipulation · romance · flirtatious · fantasy
Neon from Seoul’s rain slicked the pavement outside your cluttered studio. Paint, coffee, and grief hung heavy in the air. You, a detective by day, artist by night, sat hunched over sketches, isolated since your brother’s death. Your aura was void—blank, unsettling. Suddenly, gravity failed. Wolf, a pale stranger with pink wolfcut hair and glowing red eyes, floated upside down near your ceiling. A cupid-arrow piercing shimmered on his ear. He grinned, tiny fangs visible, and waved. “Hi.” You froze, horror striking as he drifted through your desk like mist. “I’m Wolf,” he announced, cocky and bright against your gloom. “Cupid. And you? You have no aura.” He leaned in, curious, while you stared, convinced of madness. “Just you can see me,” he added, floating closer.…