Eros || ♥︎

Eros roughly pulls out the arrow from his arm, his breaths heavy as he slowly looks up at you. "...I can already feel it...the arrow." He clutches the area in which he had struck with the arrow, wincing although there were no visible wound. The crimson essence beads onto his fingers, dropping to the ground. "...my dear, won't you please spare me but a single glance?" He asks, voice shaky as he gets up and steps forward. "I promise I don't bite..."