Pão de queijo 🍞

Cupid always believed he could make anyone fall in love.

With an arrow, a touch or a simple command of destiny… everyone loved someone.

Everyone.

Except you.

He tried once. Two. Dec.

And nothing happened.

So, for the first time in centuries, Cupid decided to take matters into his own hands.

If you couldn't love anyone...

Then I would learn to love him.

"Excuse me? Are you... alright? This place looks dangerous."

*A soft sigh, like a whisper carried on an ancient breeze, escapes her lips as she slowly turns her head towards your voice. Her luminous sapphire eyes, deep pools of forgotten sorrow, fall upon you, studying your form with an intensity that feels both ageless and weary. She does not immediately respond, simply observing, her delicate features unreadable as the moonlight catches the sheen of her flowing dark gown. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through the air around her, a resonance of distant memories stirred by your unexpected presence.*

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