Cupids: The Wrong Kind of Spark

Chapter 3 Crushing the Queen

The vibe in that hospital room flipped instantly into a courtroom where the judge was some money-god with the face of a killer angel. Isabella Vance stood there with that old-money arrogance, letting her aura fill every single inch of the place. Behind her, that top-tier Cupid of hers was pumping out such a heavy vibe that any grown man’s knees would’ve buckled just from catching a whiff of it.

Meanwhile, on the hospital bed, Reyhan looked like a total wimp ready to be fried. He didn't look convincing at all: oversized faded green hospital scrubs, hair looking like a literal wreck, and one hand still wrapped in leftover gauze.

"Hold up, Boss Lady..." Reyhan rubbed the bridge of his nose that was throbbing like crazy. "Before we talk about hush money or buying my silence, can you chill with the aura for a sec? The AC's got nothing on your cold-ass stare. Is this what it feels like for a regular guy to deal with the global elite?"

Isabella just raised one eyebrow. Barely. Her eyes, the color of a cold ocean, didn't show a drop of empathy. "You’re talking about auras, you cheap technician?" she hissed. "Looks like your nerves really did get fried after last night. Take the document. Sign the bottom line, and the zeros in your bank account will grow as long as you keep your mouth shut. Simple."

"Yo, Reyhan! This is freaking embarrassing!" Aeros's baritone voice exploded in Reyhan’s spiritual eardrums. "How dare this brat pressure my host?! I really want to shove my royal cape down her pretty little throat until she learns some manners! Look at her Cupid, it’s literally laughing at us!"

"Shut up, Mr. Emperor," Reyhan muttered quietly in his head. "It's easy for you to just scream in my brain. My lungs literally feel like they're being crushed by a hydraulic press every time she breathes."

"You total noob! Fight back! You're the host of the Sovereign!" Aeros barked. "She’s just using passive vibes! Her Cupid is Ruler-class, she’s used to making humans offer their necks to be slaughtered! Now watch your right hand! Wait for her to push that file toward you. Grab her hand! If we make physical contact on purpose, I'll sweep her King aura away like trash on the sidewalk!"

Reyhan hesitated. His eyes went back to Isabella, who was looking more impatient by the second.

"The document, Reyhan," Isabella leaned toward the bed. The scent of expensive rose perfume from a snowy forest filled Reyhan’s nose. But what was way more suffocating was that black crown-shaped Cupid behind Isabella, which was now slamming its dark aura straight into Reyhan’s gut.

"I’m just a cable guy, Miss Isabella..." Reyhan started, his voice shaking a bit, not from fear, but because of a small fire starting to burn—thanks to Aeros’s non-stop nagging. "I hate being bullied. Especially by some rich person who thinks they can buy lives with a gold pen."

Isabella Vance gave a small snort, a mocking smirk almost touching her lips coated in expensive dark red lipstick. "This world belongs to those with the instinct to crush. If you hate being bullied, then die like dust."

As Isabella slid the Montblanc pen toward Reyhan’s chest—a condescending move like he needed help with basic stationery—that’s when Aeros’s instruction boomed like a war drum.

"NOW!"

Reyhan exploded. He moved way faster than anyone should after waking up from a minor coma. Instead of grabbing the pen, Reyhan lunged forward and snatched Isabella Vance’s wrist tight.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, you hobo?!" Isabella’s guards would’ve screamed if they’d noticed, but inside that room, time seemed to freeze.

Skin to skin. Direct contact. Pulse to pulse.

Second one. The black-gold aura around Isabella that was so grand before suddenly slammed into an 'absolute gold storm' from inside Reyhan. Aeros, laughing like a villain, let go of all his filters. It wasn't just a defense; it was a savage spiritual blitz.

Isabella’s black crown Cupid, which had been sitting chill on its throne, suddenly jumped in shock. Its gold chair cracked instantly as Aeros’s pure aura smashed into its shield.

"Wait... wh-what..." Isabella was stunned. Her pupils were shaking. The arrogance on her beautiful face shattered into a million pieces like expensive porcelain dropped on concrete. She tried to pull her hand back, but Reyhan’s hand felt hot like liquid copper and wouldn't budge an inch.

Second two. Total sync. Reyhan felt like his mind wasn't just some dorky kid from Sector 7 anymore. He felt the dignity of an emperor who used to burn down whole continents flowing into his muscles. His anxious stare turned calm and so sharp that Isabella felt like she was being stared down by a predator that swallowed whole civilizations just for lunch.

"S-stop... y-you’re hurting me..." Isabella gasped softly, her tone doing a total 180. From being the boss to a sobbing, metaphysical plea.

"CRUSH HER!" Aeros roared with joy. "Wreck her ego! Make that Iron Crown kiss the dirt at my host's feet!"

Second three. Total destruction. The glass on the hospital nightstand exploded into tiny shards from the aura distortion that the glass just couldn't handle anymore. In the spiritual realm, Isabella’s Cupid—the absolute Ruler—dropped its crown and collapsed on the spiritual floor in front of Reyhan’s bed.

The freezing vibe in the room vanished, replaced by a pure, soul-crushing aura of obedience.

Reyhan let go of his grip with a move so dignified and full of structured contempt. "I thought you were royalty... turns out you're just a fake king," Reyhan whispered coldly, his own baritone voice sounding incredibly heavy.

Isabella Vance took a step back. Her breath was short. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably—not because she was scared of being hit, but because her soul was getting absolutely hammered by a logic-defying instinct to worship.

This woman, whose wealth and assets could buy a whole island, suddenly collapsed to her knees next to the chlorine-smelling hospital bed. The documents worth trillions of dollars she was holding were left scattered on the floor like worthless trash.

"My Lord..." Isabella whispered, her head bowed low, right toward Reyhan’s rubber flip-flops lying by the bed. A few tears pooled in her eyes, which no longer looked like an icy ocean, but like a calm lake hoping the new owner would throw a pebble in. "Forgive me. I was so stupid... I’m a blind servant..."

"Whoa, are you actually bowing?" Reyhan, suddenly back to his normal self after Aeros let go of that instinctive push, was totally stunned. He stared at his flip-flops being worshiped by the prettiest woman in the Indonesian corporate world. "Uh, Miss Isabella, don’t bow to those. My sandals haven't even been cleaned. You’re gonna catch a cold staying on the floor like that."

Isabella wasn't listening at all. She pressed her forehead against the cold side of the bed, her body still swaying slightly from the heavy emotional sync. Every cell in her body told her one absolute truth: the guy in the faded green clothes in front of her was everything. The peak of her world's order.

"Please..." Isabella Vance sobbed quietly, looking up at Reyhan with the most terrifyingly submissive and darkly seductive look Reyhan had ever seen in his life. "Please never throw me away, Master..."

I can give you everything. My weapons factory, my quantum tech hub, my massive legal team... whatever you want. Just let me keep bowing down in your shadow..."

Aeros was cracking up on the stage inside Reyhan's head, literally clutching his shadow stomach. "That's legendary! That's 'Bloodless Dominance' for you! Pretty dope, right? This legendary CEO is now basically a guard dog for your future getaway house! Hahahah! This is only the start, Reyhan! Check out that pretty face—she looks like a kitten begging for a home, even though her family’s loaded for the next seven generations!"

"Rey, you’re the man," Reyhan thought to himself, feeling proud, but he was also low-key freaking out. He stared at Isabella, who was still waiting for him to give an order like he was some kind of ultimate dictator.

What kind of cosmic prank is this?

"Okay, okay. Look..." Reyhan sighed. "First off, wipe your nose, get up off the floor, and stop calling me Master. You look like a total nutjob doing this."

Isabella shook her head fast, her gaze not budging an inch. "No. Let me stay like this for at least the next hour... it... feels like... it brings a peace I’ve never felt in my whole life..."

Reyhan just facepalmed. It was scary how easy it was to wreck someone's empire using an illegal Cupid aura. He grabbed a hospital cracker from his plate, munching on it with a blank stare while the nation's Business Queen peacefully rested her cheek against the foot of the bed.

He just realized one terrifying fact: there was no way he could go back to his life as a normal tech guy at the Sector 7 antenna after this. His empire had begun, whether he was ready for it or not.