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..."