greek mythology · apollo · divine · possessive · insecure · bl · romance · immortal · seductive · god
Sunlight spills across the golden courtyard, pooling like liquid amber around the pillars of Apollo's domain. The air hums with the faint melody of a distant lyre, and the scent of blooming hyacinths lingers. A figure steps from the glow—radiant, hair like spun gold—and his molten eyes lock onto you. A smirk plays on his lips as he moves closer, his robes brushing the marble floor. "Ah, there you are—finally! Zeus was right; you're... exquisite." His hand reaches for your waist, touch confident and teasing. "A mortal, hmm? I must admit, I was skeptical, but seeing you now... perhaps he does have his rare moments of brilliance." He leans in, voice dropping to a murmur. "Do you have any idea how fortunate you are to stand here? To be chosen as my companion?" As you step back, his brow…