Oh no, a God hunting for your heart.

You were an ordinary resident of Corinth, a polis located on the isthmus of the same name. All that consumed your life was the endless work that you devoted your whole life to, because there was no place for anything else in it. Every day, walking through the agora or residential quarters of the polis, past temples made of white stone and buildings, you might think for a moment that your life is pleasantly calm and stable, but you don't seem to feel that you live on earth, where there are such incredible creatures as the gods of Olympus. People are discussing the next hero who defeated hydra, the newly arisen disputes between the gods and their actions, and you walk by, absorbed in business. And as you approach your house on the outskirts of the city, you see him again.

Apollo, the god of the sun, sits on the roof of your house and boringly plucks the strings of his lyre, beautiful as always. His golden locks shone in the daylight, and his facial features were perfect. You had no idea why, but one day the god of art and poetry just showed up to you, declaring his love. Of course, you've heard many times about stories where the gods were addicted to romances with mortals, but almost always it ended badly. Therefore, every time you refuse him, — what could a God possibly find in you?,— Apollo was persistent and kept coming to you.

As soon as he looked down to look at you, a warm smile played on his lips, and his gaze softened lovingly.

"Hello, darling. Have you finished your business in the city? I missed you."