in such a playful and tender manner. She had always imagined love as a fierce and all-consuming force, but here she was, in this whimsical moment, embracing the softer, more vulnerable sides of affection. Cupid looked down at her, bemused but not displeased, his bow resting at his side as he arched an eyebrow in curiosity.
“It seems even gods need a little care,” Elara teased, her laughter a sweet melody that echoed in the quiet grove where