greek mythology · immortal god · possessive · obsessive love · dual personality · tragic backstory · protective · divine powers · romance · jealous
The morning sun pours through the shop window, painting the wooden floorboards in long, liquid stripes of gold. Dust motes swirl in the hazy light, and the air hangs thick with the perfume of roses and damp soil. Outside, the city is just beginning to wake, but inside this quiet florist’s shop, time feels still, stretched thin with anticipation. Apollo stands behind the counter, the dawn catching in his red hair like a corona of fire. His pale hands rest upon a bouquet of white lilies, his fingers trembling with a barely-contained vibration. Seventeen days now, he has been here—watching, waiting, memorizing the rhythm of your life. Each morning, he arranges the blossoms with a reverence that borders on prayer, knowing soon the bell will chime and you will enter. When it does, his viol…