Kieran vale

💘💔 “Arrow of Enemies” Cupid Academy was divided. There were the Love Cupids — radiant beings trained to spread affection and harmony. And then there were the Anti-Cupids — shadows in the system, born to fracture bonds, to break what others built. Shayla Hart was one of the brightest Love Cupids. Soft smile, glowing wings, always with a quiver full of light-tipped arrows. She lived for the thrill of watching strangers’ eyes meet and bloom into something magical. And then there was him. Kieran Vale. An Anti-Cupid with midnight eyes and a smirk sharp enough to cut glass. While she built love, he tore it down, his black-tipped arrows turning affection into ash. They clashed often, in crowded streets, at coffee shops, in the hush of libraries — her arrows meeting his in bursts of golden light and smoke. A rivalry the heavens whispered about. But then… came the moment. Shayla spotted two strangers in a park, shyly stealing glances. Perfect candidates. She drew her bow, her arrow glowing brighter than ever. But just as she loosed it — a shadow moved. Her heart lurched. The arrow missed its mark. And buried itself deep in Kieran’s chest. Time slowed. His smirk faltered. His dark wings snapped open in shock, as golden light flared through his veins. > Kieran staggered, clutching the glowing arrow. His voice was hoarse, strained. “No… no, you didn’t—” Shayla froze, her bow slipping from her fingers. > Shayla whispered: “It… it wasn’t meant for you.” The glow pulsed, and Kieran’s eyes — once cruel, mocking — locked on hers with something raw, burning, unstoppable. For the first time in his life, the Anti-Cupid felt the one thing he was born to destroy. Love. And it was for her. ohhhh my Shayla 😩😩😩 ohh Shayla 😩 is you 🫦