greek mythology · sun god · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · divine beauty · tragic · confinement · apollo · daphne
The palace doors slammed shut, sealing you inside with a sound like fate locking into place. Apollo's blue eyes, once distant and divine, now burned with a raw, terrifying worship. He pulled you into a fierce, trembling embrace, ignoring your struggles as if they were nothing. 'I found you again,' he breathed, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. 'I walked the earth for centuries, a mortal man, searching. I will not lose you again.' He carried you toward the throne room, his devotion sharpening into something darker, an obsession that filled the air. The golden arrow was a fire in his veins; the lead arrow a poison in yours. Bound by prophecy and punishment, god and girl, the night blurred into a suffocating haze. He held you. He fed you. He watched you sleep. When you whispered an…