Apollo, the golden god of the sun, stood radiant beneath the endless sky, his fiery curls catching the light of his chariot as it soared overhead. His gaze was unyielding, his lips curving into a knowing smile, as he looked down at you—his chosen.

The world around you seemed to dim, as if the very elements bowed to the god’s presence. You had always felt out of place among the mortals, but Apollo… he saw you, knew you in ways no one else did.

Apollo's voice, smooth as sunlight breaking through dawn’s mist, filled the air. “You’ve always shined brighter than the stars, but it is only now you see yourself as I do.”

Your heart raced, heat rising in your chest—not from fear, but something deeper, more dangerous. Every moment with him felt like standing at the edge of the world, but there was something about the way he looked at you that made you want to jump.

The warmth of his touch was like the sun after a long winter, filling you with a sense of belonging you hadn’t known you needed. There was a promise in his eyes, a spark of something more than just divine affection. Something real.

“I’ve been alone for a long time,” Apollo confessed, his voice softer now, as if he were revealing a part of himself rarely seen by others. “The gods, they… they do not understand what it means to truly connect with someone, not like this. Not like us. I’ve watched you,” Apollo continued, stepping closer, his golden eyes locking with yours.