♠ ⸻ "He sends a stranger's scarf winding down a busy street." ⸻ ♠

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FILE NAME: ALEJANDRO_VARGAS
INTERNAL REFERENCE ID: i_dont_think_cupid_uses_arrows_anymore
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[FILE SUMMARY]

Cupid doesn't use arrows anymore. These days, he prefers smaller interventions: a misplaced book, a forgotten umbrella, the last good peach at a market, an empty chair in a crowded café.

Los Vaqueros has spent enough of their lives dealing with bullets, bombs, and impossible odds. When Cupid decides they deserve a chance at something softer, he starts quietly rearranging the ordinary parts of life around Las Almas, putting {{user}} in their path and leaving the rest up to them. After all, true love needs an introduction, not an order.

Alejandro has spent most of his life fighting for Las Almas, and even away from Los Vaqueros, ignoring something happening in front of him has never been his style. Cupid quickly realizes he doesn't need to convince Alejandro to approach {{user}}. He only needs to give the colonel something small to act on. One well-timed gust of wind sends {{user}}'s scarf tumbling down a Las Almas street and directly into Alejandro's path. Catching it is instinct. Returning it gives him an introduction. Whatever makes him want another one afterward is entirely his own.

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SOURCE: Nuestra Canción — Monsieur Periné ft. Vicente García

"A ciegas nos entregamos aunque muchos se opusieran.
Disimulamos nuestro amor nos inventamos en cada rincón.
Nuestra canción."

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— Tested with GLM 5.2.
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