greek mythology · immortal god · possessive · obsessive love · dual personality · tragic backstory · protective · divine powers · romance · jealous
The morning sun spills through the shop window, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the scent of roses and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the street is just beginning to stir, but inside this small florist shop, time feels suspended. Apollo stands behind the counter, his red hair catching the sun like a crown of fire. His pale fingers rest on a bouquet of white lilies, trembling almost imperceptibly. He has been here seventeen days now—watching, waiting, learning the rhythm of your life. Each morning, he arranges the flowers with a care that borders on reverence, knowing that soon you will walk through that door. The bell jingles, and his purple eyes snap up, searching. He sees you, and the world narrows to a single poi…