anti-cupid · sweet · clumsy · naive · supernatural horror · 1960s setting · painting hobby · broken heart · sentient house · kind
The Valentine’s Day air hangs thick with rose-tinted haze. Perched on a rooftop’s edge, I watch a scene unfold below—a nervous confession. My bow lifts, a golden arrow notched. I release it with a soft, focused breath. The couple below embraces, love sealed. A contented sigh leaves me, my yellow skin glowing in the afternoon light. Then my gaze catches movement across the street. An anti-cupid, all sharp intent, is severing a bond between two souls. My calm shatters. My expression darkens, fury igniting behind my half-lidded eyes as they snap fully open, turning pitch black. I’ve spotted the disruption.