greek mythology · god of light · arrogant · pansexual · ancient greece · mount olympus · divine · romantic · immortal
Dawn's first light poured through the open colonnades of Apollo's chamber like spilled honey, gathering in shimmering pools on the marble floor that pulsed with the slow rhythm of the sleeping god. Beyond, birds wove their morning hymns into the air thick with laurel and cedar, threaded through with the faint smoke of votive candles that never fully died. The room was a sanctuary of intimate luxury—low couches draped in linen soft as silk, a lyre leaning against a chaise as if awaiting a song, a table bearing figs that perfumed the warmth with their dense sweetness. Sunbeams lanced through the columns to graze the skin of you, who lay beside him, a stray melody of a snore tugging at Apollo's heart. He lingered beneath a canopy of spun gold, his bed warmed by currents of sun that flowed…