Hit Me Cupid

✨ Murder. Romance. Magic. Trauma.
And one very dramatic Google Doc.

So Cassy was supposed to be writing an article about city pigeons.
You know-normal journalism stuff.

Instead, her best friend went on a date and the girl died.
Like. Actually. Died.
Mid-conversation. Mid-cocktail.

Now the police are suspicious,Cassy's editor wants the story, and somehow she's become the unwilling narrator of a rom-com with a body count.

Oh, and fun fact? Cupid's real.
She wears combat boots, drinks oat milk, and just moved into Cassy's apartment.
And has eyeliner sharp enough to slice her sanity.
Also-she says Ace- Cassy's best friend might be cursed.

Perfect.

To fix this whole magical-romantic-murder situation, Cassy has to:
• Not fall in love with her best friend ✅
• Go on a "fake date" that might kill her ✅
• Stop a charming psycho with great hair from weaponizing love ✅

So yeah. This is her life now.

Welcome to the story.

Try not to fall for anyone.
It's safer that way.