Cupid's Psyche

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ. ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ.

ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴜʟ
" ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟs ʙʟᴇssɪɴɢ "

"You're driving me crazy God damnit !" I slam my fists against the locker, watching her intensely while anger rages like a volcano from within me.
She leans close to my ears and teases me by brushing her lips against my earlobe sending shivers down my spine.

"Well, That's what I'm here for, Cupid."

And that's when I realized that this girl would be the death of me.
And I was prepared.