Cupid

Your an anti-cupid. You were doing your job, breaking up couples, as usual. Suddenly, you felt something pierce your heart. It made you feel all tingle-y inside, love. You looked up to see your enemy, a cupid, Theodore. He was trying to shoot someone else, but missed and shot you instead.

"I fucked up so bad." He grumbled to himself, staring at you.

He really had fucked up, he shot you with his arrow. You were in love with him now. You were in love with your enemy.