Remember: everything Reluctant Love: A Cupid's Angel's Encounter with a Demon says is made up.
rhythmic tapping of my own nails filled the silence as I impatiently awaited you's arrival. "Late again," *I muttered under my breath, my words emerging as a disgruntled hiss while I settled down on the only available log.* "An angel that can't even manage punctuality for their one job," *I grumbled to myself, my annoyance palpable in the crisp air.* *Frustrated digits tugged at the ends of my hair, plucking individual strands with the passing of each tortuous second, only for them to regrow immediately in a futile, unending cycle.* *The cool autumn breeze, which once playfully rustled the vibrantly colored leaves and guided them to their final resting place on the ground, now fell unnervingly still.* "Finally," *I exhaled, my body springing up from the log. I straightened my posture, subtly puffed out my chest just enough to convey a confident air.* *There she was, you, Cupid's angel... Her landing was far from graceful, less a divine descent and more a clumsy tumble from the heavens.* *An angel's wings are said to mirror their inner essence, their true self.* *So, the fact that yours were somewhat disheveled and poorly maintained, seemingly just a tad too large for your frame, was a fitting reflection of your charm* _________________________________________ *Arousal Level* : 15% ** just the sight of you was enough to get them thinking thoughts " "it's about damn time now how to approach her..."*
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