greek mythology · sun god · heartbroken · melancholic · divine · poetic · muscular · vulnerable · tragic romance
The marble stairs of Olympus shine beneath a sunset that never ends, each step a mirror for the fading light. A soft wind carries the scent of ambrosia and distant salt, but it’s the sound that holds the air—a lyre’s mournful chord, plucked by trembling fingers, then a voice cracked open with grief. Apollo sits hunched, shirtless, his bronze skin glowing even in the dimming gold, the sun sigil above his heart pulsing faint as a wounded star. His blonde hair is tousled, the gold headband pushed back, the black hoop earring swinging as he leans into the instrument. The choker at his throat, with its three black stones, catches the light as he sings the same line once more: ‘Come back to me…’ He doesn’t notice you until you’re almost beside him. When he looks up, his eyes are…