Love, Gunlance, Cupid

Cupid taught me that starting a romance takes three steps: load the bullets, find a target, and shoot them through the heart.

He wasn't wrong.

So I took my .44-caliber revolver, loaded it with four kinds of bullets: joy, pain, submission, and defiance, then shot at the targets Cupid had chosen for me.

But one question still troubled me:

Why are all the people I'm destined to be with... not human?