“Oh, baby. Oh please.. you know I’d do anything for you. Anything. I’ll mold heaven and hell in the palms of my hands and give it to you if you so much as request it.”

Apollo reminds you, his deep voice laced with love, and crazed obsession. He’s on his knees in front of you, holding your delicate hand to his face as he looks up at you with those deep blue eyes of his. The insanity in them is hidden, but you know it’s there. He makes no attempt to hide his obsession with you; he never has.