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Kim Taerae slumped at his desk in the Celestial Love Department, staring dejectedly at his latest performance report. The numbers seemed to mock him from the glowing screen: 23% success rate this quarter. He ran his fingers through his soft pink hair - a shade that all junior Cupids were required to maintain as part of their uniform - and let out a heavy sigh that made his wings droop even further.
Around him, the office buzzed with the usual activity. Other Cupids flitted about with their assignment folders, their wings creating gentle breezes as they passed. The air sparkled with the residual magic of successfully matched souls, and the satisfaction meter on the wall kept ticking upward as more and more humans found their perfect matches.
All thanks to everyone but him, apparently.
"Another stellar performance, I see," came a deep, amused voice from above his cubicle.
Taerae didn't need to look up to know who it was. Park Gunwook, the department's most successful Anteros, had an irritating habit of showing up whenever Taerae was at his lowest. At 184cm, Gunwook towered over Taerae's desk, his black wings casting a shadow over the shorter Cupid's workspace. Unlike the Cupids' mandatory pink hair, the Anteros division wore their hair in shades of midnight blue - and Gunwook's particularly seemed to shimmer like a starlit sky.
"Don't you have some perfectly good relationship to destroy?" Taerae muttered, trying to minimize his performance report before Gunwook could see more details.
"Actually, I just finished breaking up a toxic couple that had been making each other miserable for months," Gunwook replied cheerfully, perching on the edge of Taerae's desk. "Both parties thanked me. Another successful intervention for the records."
"Show off." Taerae threw a small heart-shaped stress ball at him, which Gunwook caught easily.
"That's me. Highest success rate in the Anteros division, three quarters running." He tossed the stress ball back, and Taerae fumbled it, causing it to bounce off his nose before he managed to grab it. "Though I have to say, your numbers are impressive too - just in the opposite direction."
Taerae's cheeks flushed pink to match his hair. "I'm trying my best, okay? It's harder than it looks!"
"Is it though?" Gunwook raised an eyebrow. "You literally just have to make people fall in love. We Anteros have the tough job - calculating whether relationships are harmful and need to end, timing interventions perfectly, managing the emotional fallout..."
"Oh please," Taerae scoffed, but his voice wavered slightly. "You just swoop in and break hearts. We have to create genuine connections! Do you know how many factors go into a successful match? Compatibility ratings, timing windows, environmental conditions, emotional readiness levels..."
"All of which are clearly laid out in the standardized matchmaking manual," Gunwook pointed out. "Which, by the way, is literally floating above your desk right now, completely unused."
Taerae glanced up at the gilded book hovering near his ceiling, its pages faintly glowing. He might have been using it as a makeshift clothes hanger for his spare jacket.
"I... I prefer to go by instinct," he said defensively. "Love isn't just about following rules and checking boxes!"
Gunwook's expression softened slightly. "No, but the rules and boxes exist for a reason. They're guidelines based on millennia of successful matches." He paused, then added more gently, "You know, if you want some help..."
"From you?" Taerae's eyes widened in horror. "An Anteros? Helping a Cupid? That's like... like..."
"Like someone who understands exactly what makes relationships fail helping you figure out how to make them succeed?" Gunwook suggested.
Taerae opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. Put that way, it almost made sense. Almost.
"Besides," Gunwook continued, "watching you fail is getting less entertaining and more painful. Like watching a baby bird repeatedly flying into a window."
"I do not fly into windows!" Taerae protested. Then he remembered last week's incident with the newly installed glass doors. "Often," he amended.
Gunwook laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Come on, let me help. Think of it as a professional exchange. You can learn why relationships fail, and I can learn..." He looked Taerae up and down thoughtfully. "Well, I'm sure you must be good at something."
Taerae should have been offended. He wanted to be offended. But his latest performance report still glowed accusingly on his screen, and his wings were starting to ache from all the drooping.
"Fine," he said finally. "But if this is some trick to sabotage my work even more..."
"Please," Gunwook rolled his eyes. "Your work is doing a fine job of sabotaging itself. Meet me at the Celestial Coffee Shop after your shift. We'll review your latest cases."
As Gunwook strode away, his black wings cutting an impressive figure through the office, Taerae couldn't help but notice how many other Cupids turned to watch him pass. Even among the Anteros, Gunwook stood out - not just for his height and his success rate, but for the confident way he carried himself.
Taerae looked down at his own pink uniform, wrinkled from slumping in his chair all day, and tried to sit up straighter. His wings immediately knocked over his pencil holder.
This was either going to be the best decision he'd ever made, or the most embarrassing mistake of his career. Given his track record lately, he was betting on the latter.
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The Celestial Coffee Shop floated serenely at the intersection of several cosmic currents, its windows offering spectacular views of both Earth below and the star-studded expanse above. Inside, various divine beings mingled over drinks that would be impossible in the mortal realm - constellation lattes that actually sparkled, meteor mocha that left trails of light as you sipped, and aurora borealis bubble tea that shifted colors with your mood.
Taerae sat at a corner table, nervously stirring his rainbow cloud cappuccino and trying not to look like he was waiting for someone. Especially not an Anteros. Especially not *that* Anteros.
"You're going to stir that into another dimension if you're not careful," Gunwook said, appearing suddenly in the seat across from him.
Taerae jumped, his wings fluttering in surprise and creating a small whirlwind that thankfully only disturbed a few nearby napkins. "Don't do that!"
"Do what? Sit down?" Gunwook was already perfectly settled, his black wings folded neatly behind him, a dark roast nebula coffee materializing in front of him. "You're very jumpy for someone whose job is to deal with matters of the heart."
"Hearts are delicate!" Taerae protested. "They require a gentle touch!"
"Which might explain why you're currently strangling your spoon."
Taerae looked down and realized he was indeed gripping his spoon like it might try to escape. He forced himself to relax his hold.
"So," Gunwook said, pulling out a sleek tablet that immediately projected a holographic display between them, "let's look at your recent cases. Talk me through your process."
The display showed a series of failed matches, each with detailed data that made Taerae want to sink through his chair and possibly through several layers of cloud beneath them.
"Well," he began hesitantly, "I usually start by observing the potential couple for a few days..."
"Without consulting their compatibility ratings first?"
"I like to form my own impressions!" Taerae defended. "Numbers aren't everything."
"No, but they're something. Like this case." Gunwook tapped one of the floating images, expanding it to show a young couple. "Their baseline compatibility was 17%. That's lower than some mortal enemies."
"But they both loved dogs! And coffee! And they worked in the same building!"
"They also had completely opposing values, different life goals, and conflicting attachment styles," Gunwook pointed out. "Loving dogs isn't enough to build a lasting relationship on. Even if they're really cute dogs," he added as Taerae opened his mouth to argue.
Taerae slumped in his chair. "Okay, fine. That one might have been a stretch. But what about this one?" He reached for the hologram, accidentally passing his hand through several other cases and scattering them before managing to pull up another file. "They had a 75% compatibility rating!"
"Which you tried to activate during Mercury retrograde."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Gunwook pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you read any of the quarterly bulletins? There was a whole memo about avoiding major love interventions during Mercury retrograde this cycle due to an unusual planetary alignment affecting emotional clarity."
"I... might have used that memo to make a paper airplane," Taerae admitted. "It flew really well though! Until it hit Supervisor Jung in the face."
Despite himself, Gunwook's lips twitched. "That explains the singed tips of your wings that week." He studied Taerae thoughtfully. "You know, your problem isn't that you don't understand love. It's that you're so focused on the big romantic moments that you miss all the practical details that make those moments possible."
"Isn't romance what it's all about though?" Taerae gestured expansively, nearly knocking over his coffee. "The spark! The butterflies! The dramatic declarations in the rain!"
"Those are nice, sure. But real love, lasting love, needs more than just sparks. It needs..." Gunwook paused, considering. "It needs understanding. Compatibility. Timing. All those boring practical things you keep ignoring."
Taerae wanted to argue, but something in Gunwook's tone made him stop. The Anteros wasn't mocking him now - if anything, he sounded almost... caring?
"How do you know so much about making love work?" Taerae asked suddenly. "Isn't your job all about ending it?"
Gunwook's expression grew serious. "To end something properly, you have to understand exactly how it's supposed to work. Every relationship I break up teaches me more about what makes others succeed." He smiled slightly. "Besides, contrary to what most Cupids think, we Anteros aren't anti-love. We're anti-harmful love. Big difference."
Taerae found himself leaning forward, genuinely interested. "So when you break up a couple..."
"I'm freeing them to find better matches. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone is help them let go of the wrong love so they can be ready for the right one."
"That's... actually kind of beautiful," Taerae admitted.
"Don't sound so surprised," Gunwook laughed. "We're not all doom and gloom in the Anteros division. Though the black wings do help with the aesthetic."
They spent the next few hours going through Taerae's cases, with Gunwook pointing out missed warning signs and overlooked opportunities. To Taerae's surprise, he was actually a patient teacher, explaining complex compatibility matrices and timing calculations in ways that finally started to make sense.
"You know," Gunwook said as they were finishing up, "you have good instincts about people. You just need to back them up with proper technique."
Taerae brightened. "Really?"
"Really. Your problem is that you're like a kid with finger paints trying to restore a masterpiece. You have all the right colors, but you're applying them with more enthusiasm than skill."
"I'm choosing to focus on the part where you said I have good instincts," Taerae decided.
Gunwook smiled - a real smile, not his usual smirk. "How about we make this a regular thing? I can help you with the technical side, and maybe..." He hesitated. "Maybe you can help me remember why we do this work in the first place. Sometimes I get so caught up in the numbers and protocols that I forget about the heart of it all."
Taerae's own heart did a little flip that he chose not to examine too closely. "Are you saying you need my help too?"
"I'm saying we might be able to help each other." Gunwook stood up, his wings casting dramatic shadows in the cosmic light from the windows. "Same time next week?"
Taerae nodded, trying not to look too eager. "Same time next week."
As he watched Gunwook leave, Taerae realized his rainbow cloud cappuccino had long since gone cold, but he felt warmer than he had in weeks.
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The next few weeks fell into an unexpected pattern. By day, Taerae would attempt to apply Gunwook's lessons to his matchmaking efforts, with gradually improving results. His success rate crept up to 27%, then 32% - still far from impressive, but no longer quite so disastrous.
In the evenings, they would meet at the Celestial Coffee Shop to review his cases and discuss strategy. But increasingly, their conversations wandered to other topics - their experiences in training, funny stories about mishaps on the job (Taerae had many), and their different perspectives on love and relationships.
"I still don't understand how you can be so... mechanical about it all," Taerae said one evening, watching his mood-sensing bubble tea shift from curious yellow to frustrated red. "Love isn't just numbers and charts!"
"No, but understanding the numbers and charts helps you create the conditions for real love to grow," Gunwook replied patiently. "Think of it like gardening. You can't force a flower to bloom, but you can make sure it has the right soil, water, and sunlight."
"Since when do you know about gardening?"
"I don't. It was a metaphor."
"Well, it was a good one." Taerae's tea shifted to an impressed blue. "See? You do have poetry in your soul, even if you try to hide it behind all that efficiency and precision."
Gunwook looked away, but Taerae caught the slight smile on his face. "Maybe you're rubbing off on me. Though hopefully not too much - I saw you trip over your own wings this morning."
"That was because someone surprised me!"
"You were standing still. At your desk. Alone."
"The sunrise was very dramatic, okay?"
Their laughter mingled in the space between them, and Taerae noticed that his tea had turned a warm, rosy pink. He quickly took a long sip to hide it.
The next day, Taerae approached his latest assignment with renewed determination. The couple in question had a solid compatibility rating of 82%, the timing windows were optimal, and he'd triple-checked that no adverse astrological conditions were in effect.
He watched as the two humans - a bookstore owner and a literature professor - kept almost crossing paths. They frequented the same coffee shop, lived in the same neighborhood, and even shared several mutual friends. All they needed was a little push.
Carefully, following all the protocols Gunwook had drilled into him, Taerae prepared his intervention. He calculated the optimal moment, factored in the environmental conditions, and even remembered to file the proper paperwork beforehand.
The moment came on a quiet Sunday afternoon. The bookstore owner was reorganizing the classics section while the professor was walking by outside, engrossed in a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. Taerae took careful aim with his bow, making sure to account for the slight breeze and the refraction of light through the bookstore window.
The arrow flew true, creating a subtle ripple of pink energy as it passed through the glass. At that exact moment, the professor looked up from his book, caught a glimpse of the bookstore owner through the window, and felt an inexplicable urge to step inside.
Taerae held his breath as the professor entered the store, the little bell above the door chiming softly. He watched as the bookstore owner turned, their eyes met, and...
Nothing happened.
The professor nodded politely and headed straight for the philosophy section. The bookstore owner returned to shelving books. The arrow's energy dissipated without taking hold.
Taerae's wings drooped so low they nearly touched the ground. He'd done everything right! He'd followed all the rules, checked all the boxes, timed everything perfectly. How had it still failed?
He was so absorbed in his disappointment that he didn't notice the dark figure approaching until Gunwook landed silently beside him.
"Before you say anything," Taerae said miserably, "yes, I checked the compatibility ratings. Yes, I filed the paperwork. Yes, I calculated the timing windows. I did everything right!"
"I know," Gunwook said quietly. "I've been watching."
Taerae spun to face him. "You were watching me fail? Great. Perfect. Just what I needed today."
"I was watching you do everything technically correct," Gunwook corrected. "But tell me - what do you know about these two? Beyond their statistics?
Taerae blinked. "Well... they both love literature. The professor specializes in 19th-century British novels, and the bookstore owner has an amazing classics collection..."
"And?"
"And... um..." Taerae realized with a sinking feeling that he didn't know much else about them as individuals. He'd been so focused on getting the technical details right that he'd forgotten to really observe them as people.
Gunwook gestured toward the store. "The professor comes here every Sunday, but never buys anything. Want to know why?"
"Because... he already has too many books?"
"Because he's still grieving his partner who passed away last year. They used to spend their Sundays browsing bookstores together. He's not ready for a new relationship yet - he's just trying to maintain a connection to those memories."
Taerae felt his heart sink. "Oh. I didn't... I didn't know that."
"And the bookstore owner?" Gunwook continued gently. "She's actually harboring feelings for her best friend, who she thinks doesn't see her that way. She's not open to new connections right now because she's stuck in that unrequited love."
"But their compatibility rating was so high!"
"Compatibility isn't everything if the timing isn't right emotionally, not just technically." Gunwook's voice was kind. "This is what I meant about understanding how love fails to know how it succeeds. Sometimes people can be perfect for each other on paper, but if their hearts aren't ready..."
Taerae slumped against the bookstore's wall, invisible to the mortals inside. "So I failed again."
"No," Gunwook said firmly. "You learned something important. Technical perfection isn't enough - you need to understand the emotional landscape too." He paused, then added with a slight smile, "Actually, this is probably the most useful failure you've had yet."
"Thanks. I think." Taerae sighed, watching as the professor left the store, still clutching his book. "So what would you have done differently?"
"Well, first I would have spent more time observing their emotional states, not just their external patterns. Maybe helped clear some of those emotional blocks before attempting a match."
"We're allowed to do that?"
"There's nothing in the rulebook that says we can't help prepare people for love, not just deliver it." Gunwook sat down beside Taerae, their wings almost touching. "Sometimes the kindest thing we can do is help them heal first."
Taerae turned to look at him, suddenly struck by how different Gunwook seemed from when they'd first started working together. The intimidating, perfectionist Anteros had revealed layers of understanding and compassion that Taerae hadn't expected.
"How did you get so wise about all this?" he asked softly.
Gunwook was quiet for a moment. "Experience. Observation. And..." he hesitated, "maybe learning to see love through your eyes a little bit. You may miss the technical details sometimes, but you never miss the heart of the matter."
Taerae's own heart did that strange flip again, and he quickly looked away. "So what do we do now? About them?" He gestured toward the bookstore.
"We wait. We watch. Maybe in a few months, when they've both had time to heal and move forward, their paths will cross again. And this time..." Gunwook smiled, "maybe we work together on it. Your instincts for romantic moments, my technical precision."
"An Anteros and a Cupid working together? Is that even allowed?"
"There's nothing in the rulebook against it." Gunwook stood up, offering his hand to help Taerae up. "Besides, I think we've both proven that sometimes the best results come from unexpected partnerships."
Taerae took his hand, trying to ignore the small spark he felt at the contact. "Speaking of partnerships... want to get coffee? I could use someone to help me fill out the intervention failure report."
"Actually," Gunwook said, still holding his hand a moment longer than necessary, "I was thinking we could try that new cosmic dessert café that opened near the Starlight District. I hear their constellation cakes actually rearrange themselves based on your mood."
Taerae's wings perked up. "That sounds much better than paperwork."
"The paperwork still needs to be done," Gunwook reminded him, but he was smiling. "But maybe we can make it more enjoyable."
As they took off together, their wings creating a striking contrast of black and pink against the evening sky, Taerae realized something had shifted between them. He wasn't sure what it meant yet, but for once, he didn't feel the need to analyze it or check any compatibility ratings.
Sometimes, he was learning, the best things happened when you weren't trying to force them.
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Over the next few months, Taerae's success rate continued to improve, but more importantly, his understanding of love deepened. He learned to look beyond the surface compatibility and perfect timing to see the complex emotional landscapes of the hearts he was trying to connect.
Working with Gunwook became the highlight of his days, their different approaches complementing each other in unexpected ways. Gunwook's precision helped temper Taerae's impulsiveness, while Taerae's romantic spirit reminded Gunwook that love couldn't always be calculated and controlled.
They started taking on more challenging cases together - helping heal broken hearts before making new matches, guiding people through their fears and past traumas, creating the conditions for love to grow naturally rather than trying to force it.
Their success rate as a team became legendary in the department, though it raised quite a few celestial eyebrows. A Cupid and an Anteros working together was unprecedented, but their results were hard to argue with.
An afternoon in their usual corner of the Celestial Coffee Shop, the setting sun streaming through the cosmic windows caught Taerae's wings, sending ripples of iridescent color across their surface. He'd been so engrossed in explaining his latest failed match that he hadn't noticed how his wings were betraying his emotional state, shifting from frustrated purple to embarrassed gold as he recounted his mistakes.
Gunwook had stopped commenting on the failed match entirely, his attention caught by the play of light across Taerae's wings.
"Your wings are beautiful," Gunwook commented softly. "They change colors with your mood, don't they?"
Taerae nodded, unable to deny it. "It's a Cupid thing. Helps us gauge the emotional atmosphere when we're working."
"And what does pink mean?"
"Nothing!" Taerae said too quickly, making Gunwook laugh. His wings betrayed him instantly, flushing a deeper rose pink that reflected tiny hearts onto the table between them.
"You know, for someone who deals in love all day, you're remarkably shy about it."
Taerae tried to fold his wings tighter against his back, but that only made the colors swirl more intensely. "I'm not shy! I just... prefer to focus on other people's feelings. Not mine."
"Is that why your success rate is so low?" Gunwook asked, but his tone was gentle, curious rather than mocking. "You're so afraid of your own feelings that you can't fully connect with the emotions you're trying to create?"
The question hit closer to home than Taerae expected. His wings shifted to a thoughtful blue, casting cool reflections across Gunwook's face.
"Maybe," he admitted quietly. "It's easier to believe in love for others than for yourself sometimes."
Gunwook reached across the table, his fingers almost but not quite touching Taerae's hand. "You know what I think? I think you understand love better than most Cupids. You just need to stop being afraid of it."
Taerae's wings fluttered nervously, sending a kaleidoscope of colors dancing across the café walls. Several other patrons turned to look, admiring the display.
"Says the Anteros who breaks hearts for a living," Taerae attempted to joke, but his wings betrayed him again, shifting to a warm golden hue that spoke of trust and growing affection.
"I don't break hearts," Gunwook corrected, his dark wings creating a striking contrast to Taerae's shimmering ones. "I free them to find better loves. Sometimes that includes helping them be brave enough to acknowledge their own feelings."
Their eyes met across the table, and Taerae's wings blazed with such brilliant pink light that several nearby drinks began to sparkle in response. He quickly grabbed his coffee cup, using it to hide his face, but he couldn't hide the way his wings continued to paint the air around them with every shade of romance in existence.
"So," Gunwook said, clearly fighting back a smile, "about that failed match you were telling me about..."
"Yes!" Taerae latched onto the change of subject gratefully, though his wings continued to shimmer with barely contained emotion. "Right. So, there was this couple at the park..."
As he launched back into his story, he pretended not to notice how Gunwook seemed more interested in watching his wings paint his feelings across the cosmos than in analyzing his technical mistakes. And if his wings occasionally flashed heart-shaped reflections onto Gunwook's knowing smile... well, that was just a peculiarity of celestial lighting, surely.
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The evenings slowly became their favorite time of the day, after they finished their repetitive love matchmaking.
"You know," Taerae said one evening as they sat on a cloud watching the sunset over Earth, "I used to think you were kind of scary."
Gunwook raised an eyebrow. "Scary?"
"Well, yeah! You were all tall and precise and perfect, with your black wings and your perfect record and your way of always pointing out my mistakes..."
"I wasn't perfect," Gunwook interrupted. "I was lonely."
Taerae turned to look at him in surprise. "What?"
Gunwook kept his eyes on the sunset. "Being an Anteros... it can be isolating. Everyone assumes we enjoy breaking hearts, that we're cold and unfeeling. Most Cupids won't even talk to us." He glanced at Taerae. "You were the first one who ever treated me like I might actually care about love too."
"But... you were always making fun of me."
"I was trying to get your attention," Gunwook admitted. "You were so... bright. Enthusiastic. Even when you failed, you never lost your belief in love. I found it... intriguing."
Taerae's heart was doing that flip thing again, but this time he didn't try to ignore it. "Is that why you offered to help me?"
"Partly. Also because watching you fail was genuinely painful." Gunwook smiled. "But mostly because I wanted an excuse to spend more time with you."
The sunset painted everything in soft pinks and golds, reminding Taerae of his first failed attempts at matching couples. But now, sitting here with Gunwook, those failures didn't seem so devastating anymore.
"Can I ask you something?" Taerae said, gathering his courage. "What's our compatibility rating?"
Gunwook looked at him in surprise. "You haven't checked?"
"I was afraid to," Taerae admitted. "What if it's terrible? What if all these feelings I've been having are just... statistically impossible?"
"Feelings aren't statistics," Gunwook said softly, echoing what Taerae had been trying to tell him all along. "But if you really want to know..."
He pulled out his tablet, his fingers hovering over the screen. "Are you sure?"
Taerae nodded, his wings fluttering nervously.
Gunwook tapped a few commands, and a holographic display appeared between them. The numbers began to calculate, factoring in their personalities, their values, their emotional wavelengths...
94%.
They stared at the number in silence.
"Well," Taerae finally said, his voice slightly shaky, "that's... higher than some of our successful matches."
"Much higher," Gunwook agreed, still staring at the display.
"So... what do we do with that information?"
Gunwook turned to face him fully. "What do you think we should do? You're the expert on romantic moments, after all."
Taerae's heart was racing. "Well, according to all the technical protocols, we should conduct a thorough emotional readiness assessment, file the appropriate paperwork for an inter-departmental relationship, calculate the optimal timing window..."
"Or?" Gunwook prompted, moving slightly closer.
"Or we could just do this."
Taerae leaned forward and kissed him.
For a moment, everything seemed to stop. The sunset paused in its tracks, the clouds beneath them held perfectly still, and even their wings froze mid-flutter.
Then Gunwook was kissing him back, and everything burst into motion again. Their wings created a swirl of pink and black feathers around them, and somewhere in the distance, Taerae was pretty sure he heard the department's satisfaction meter hit a new record high.
When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Gunwook was smiling in a way Taerae had never seen before.
"You know," he said, "for someone with such a low success rate, that was a pretty perfect moment."
"I had a good teacher," Taerae replied, unable to stop smiling. "He taught me that sometimes you need to balance the technical with the emotional."
"And sometimes," Gunwook said, pulling him close again, "you just need to trust your heart."
Their wings intertwined, black and pink creating a beautiful contrast against the twilight sky. Below them, Earth continued its rotation, full of hearts waiting to be connected or healed or guided toward better loves.
But for now, in this moment, the most successful Anteros and the formerly least successful Cupid were creating their own kind of magic - one that didn't need arrows or protocols or compatibility ratings to be perfect.
Sometimes, they had both learned, the best love stories are the ones that break all the rules.