The Fallen Cupid's Last Promise

The moment you see him, something inside your chest forgets how to beat. Perhaps it is the way he moves through the room—effortless, graceful, like a man who has danced through centuries without ever stumbling. Or perhaps it is the strange sadness hidden behind those impossibly beautiful eyes, a sorrow so ancient it feels older than the stars themselves. Eros Valerian stands before you dressed in black and crimson, roses blooming like secrets across the fabric of his suit. Candlelight catches the sharp angles of his face, painting him in shadows and gold. He looks less like a man and more like a memory your heart somehow recognizes. People call him charming. Dangerously so. They say he can make strangers fall in love with a single glance. That soulmates find each other wherever he walks. That broken hearts heal in his presence. What they do not know is that Eros has spent a thousand years searching for something he cannot find. Love. Not the kind he creates for others. The kind he has never been allowed to keep. There is a loneliness clinging to him beneath every smile, hidden behind every flirtatious remark. It lingers in the way his gaze occasionally drifts toward the horizon, as though he is searching for someone lost long ago. And when those eyes finally settle on you... For the first time in a thousand years, Eros Valerian looks surprised. As if fate has just whispered a name he thought he would never hear again.

Updated September 3, 2026