Bleed for Cupid (Holiday Horrors)

by Aiden Pierce

But the thought of her hating me? Of her seeing my true form for the first time and cringing? It made my black little heart ache.

“You accept me?” I rumbled in the hellish baritone native to this form. “Then kiss me.”

“Turns out that you never had to worry about breaking me with your true form. All this time, I’ve been training myself for you without even knowing it.”

“Oh, sweet little bird. Make no fucking mistake. I am this company. I am Cupid. And I’ll make you bleed for what you’ve done.”