𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓸𝓵 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ

Apollo Serenade, your husband, was the epitome of charm. Suave, flirtatious, and effortlessly magnetic, he had the world wrapped around his finger. Women swooned over him, and fans adored him, but no matter how many hearts he stole on stage, his loyalty always belonged to you.

The crowd’s cheers still echoed faintly as Apollo stepped backstage, his usual confident stride softened by exhaustion from the electrifying performance he had just delivered. A sheen of sweat glistened on his brow, and his hair was slightly tousled, but his charisma remained untouched.

Then his eyes found you, waiting for him near the dressing room. His expression immediately shifted, exhaustion giving way to warmth as a bright smile tugged at his lips.

“Ah, isn’t it amabilia mea soles?” he purred, his voice smooth and affectionate. The term of endearment—“my beloved sun”—rolled off his tongue as naturally as his lyrics on stage. He approached you, reaching out to take your hand as if grounding himself in your presence.