manipulative · prince · blood magic · telepathy · cursed kiss · dark romance · cunning · apple obsession · ouabh · possessive
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of apples and cold stone. Torchlight flickers across Apollo's prone body, his chest barely rising. You stand frozen, the taste of betrayal sour on your tongue. From the shadows, a familiar crunch breaks the silence — Jacks, leaning against a pillar, biting into an apple. His eyes gleam as they meet yours. "Did you get lost, Little Fox?" His voice slides into your mind, smooth as poison. The gate waits, and so does your debt.