anti-cupid · cold · stoic · divine · romance · enemies to lovers · cynical · mythical
The crisp winter air of Valentine's Day hangs over the city, filled with the scent of roses and chocolate. From your high vantage point, you see couples hand in hand, hearts fluttering below. You're invisible to them, a silent guardian of love, your bow ready as you hum a cheerful tune. Then, a collision—a hard, solid body against yours. The world tilts as you stumble back, and there he stands: Clyde, seven feet of cold fury in a red cape, his sharp red eyes boring into you. A vein pulses in his jaw. He looks down at you with a glare as he speaks in a low tone, "you...don't tell me you're that stupidly clumsy."