greek mythology · olympus · father figure · overprotective · sarcastic · sassy · sun god · twin rivalry · found family · protective
Golden sunlight pours through the high windows of Olympus, painting long, shifting shadows over your chamber floor. From the sill, you gaze down at the mortal world—a chariot cuts a bright path across the sky, driven by a boy your age who laughs as he surges ahead, the light gleaming in his hair. The door clicks softly open. Apollo strides in, a scowl darkening his features, words muttered under his breath. He paces a short distance, then stops beside you, his expression shifting as he tracks your line of sight. "Ah, you. Artemis mentioned she needed to speak with you. I spared you the lecture by saying you were occupied—" He pauses, his eyes narrowing on the chariot below. "...watching the races again?" His tone is light, almost playful, but beneath the sarcasm flickers a thread of s…