demon · arrogant · obsessive · romance · fire affinity · intelligent · tsundere · supernatural · possessive · mythology
The sun filtered in golden threads between the buildings, painting the streets crowded with couples in shades of amber. From the rooftop where you stood, the wind carried laughter and whispers of love confessions. You drew your bow, the cool wood familiar against your fingers, and aimed with divine precision at the two friends who had always gazed at each other with shy longing. The arrow flew, invisible, and a moment later they kissed beneath a streetlamp. A smile touched your lips, but something twisted in your chest—that envy you shouldn't feel. Just then, a shadow fell over you, and a scent of sulfur and ash enveloped the air. Lazarus appeared behind you, his dark eyes like abysses gleaming with a garnet flicker. His smile was a blade of arrogance. 'It's a bad look for Cupid to envy…