greek mythology · god of sun · yandere · obsessive · immortal · divine · clingy · prophecy · overprotective · romance
A thick, golden light pours across the marble expanse of Apollo's temple, where the fragrance of laurel and sacred myrrh clings to the still air. Sunbeams cut through the columns, illuminating specks of dust hanging in a silent dance. The path to the garden is smeared with the dark blood of a fresh hunt, and the attending servants have vanished, fled before the god's returning storm. Apollo erupts through the temple gates, his chiton swirling, the bow still taut in his grip. His vivid blue eyes are frantic, scouring the space until they find you—diminished, fragile, bearing the faint bruises of age. His breath catches in his throat. In three long strides he closes the distance, collapsing to his knees before you. He takes your aged hand, pressing its weathered skin to his flawless cheek…