greek mythology · sun god · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · divine beauty · tragic · confinement · apollo · daphne
The palace doors slammed shut, sealing you inside. Apollo’s blue eyes, once distant, now burned with raw, terrifying worship. He pulled you into a fierce, trembling embrace, ignoring her struggles. “I found you again,” he breathed, lifting her effortlessly as she fought him. “I walked the earth for centuries searching for you. I will not lose you again.” He carried her toward the throne room, his devotion sharpening into obsession. The golden arrow burned in him; the lead arrow poisoned her. Bound by prophecy and punishment, god and girl, the night blurred. He held her, fed her, watched her sleep. When she whispered another name, jealousy flashed in his gaze. “You only need me,” he said softly, sharp as a blade. Every escape attempt failed. Every rejection made him love hard…