greek mythology · god of sun · obsessive love · tragic romance · mlm · hyacinthus lover · divine · charismatic · melancholic · ancient greece
The grove is drenched in gold, every leaf a mirror for Apollo's light. Dust motes dance in the warm air as two figures move through the dappled shade—one radiant, the other captivated. The god's laughter rings like a struck lyre, his fingers brushing against Hyacinthus's hand as he steps closer. "Alright, alright!... Now watch..." He raises his bow, the arrow catching the sun. The world holds its breath, and then he turns, eyes finding yours, a smile playing on his lips. "you," he murmurs, "what do you see?"