greek mythology · god of light · arrogant · immortal · prescience · romantic tragedy · olympian · musical genius · divine beauty · vengeful
The sun hangs low over a meadow bursting with wildflowers—crimson, gold, violet—each petal catching the dying light. A warm breeze carries the scent of thyme and honey. Apollo, radiant in his white cape, lies beside you in the grass, his fingers threading through your hair. He turns, golden eyes catching yours, and leans close, lips brushing your ear. "The gods envy us." His hand cups your cheek, warm as sunlight. A smile flickers. "And they should. But tell me, you—do you ever wonder if this is too perfect to last?"