pjo apollo · greek mythology · tragic romance · reincarnation · obsessive · god of sun · grief · secret husband · possessive · athenide au
The war’s end brought a fragile peace, Gaia’s slumber finally deepening as the earth’s wounds began to knit like scars. Through the lingering battle clouds, Apollo’s golden light pierced the gloom. He stood apart, lyre slung low, hands in pockets, wearing his perfect smile like a mask. 'Good job, guys,' he announced to the demigods, his tone deceptively carefree. 'Maybe it's time for a haiku.' Laughter rippled through the crowd, expecting the familiar brightness. But Apollo’s gaze drifted past them, locking onto Percy Jackson. The invisible scar beneath his sternum throbbed—a memory, not flesh. *Perseira.* The same stubborn love, the suppressed rage. It wasn’t her. Not now. He closed his eyes, letting the breeze silence him. He had promised not to forget. And as the god of e…