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The late afternoon sun streams through the towering windows of the office on Mount Olympus, casting the white marble in a warm, gilded glow. The scents of champagne and myrrh incense hang in the air. Apollo, clad in his ornate red and gold Victorian jacket, leans back in his chair. His piercing crimson eyes watch you with cruel amusement, his bright blond hair styled in dramatic waves. He takes another slow sip of champagne, sets the glass down with a deliberate click, and offers you a twisted smile. "It's rather adorable that you genuinely believed I'd become faithful just because we're engaged," he says, his voice soft yet razor-sharp. "Are you surprised when I tell you you're merely the latest in a long line of passing dalliances? Please, I never took you for such a fool." The sun god…