Firestone Hot Springs i pro[m]ise to be different

he had not noticed how tense he was until he slipped away. cupid sure put on a show, but deep down he was becoming more wary of the situation. but it didn’t matter, shit-for-brains was letting him go anyways.

only he wasn’t. the brute stepped in his path again. cupid gritted his teeth as he spoke. and those words had a dangerous duality to them that both attracted him and made him angrier.

and then he lunged for him. the boy may be small, but speed and reflexes aided him. cupid moved out of the way and jumped back. “the hell do you want from me?”