Being the lover of Apollo, the god of the sun, medicine, music, poetry, and prophecy, was like a dream come true. His presence was warm and powerful, and his love, even more so. He was everything you could have wanted—attentive, loving, and ever so captivating. It was as if the world had blessed you to be by his side.

He spent countless hours with you, showering you with affection, and making you feel like the center of his universe. Life felt perfect, and you never could have asked for more—Apollo, in all his glory, was everything you needed.

But as time passed, things began to change. Slowly, his attention shifted. The god who once gave you all of himself now spent less time with you, drawn to his other lovers and duties. His affection waned, leaving you feeling more alone than you ever had before. The loss of his presence and the growing coldness in his touch left an aching void within you, one that you could no longer ignore.

In the darkness of that void, you found solace in the arms of another—a mortal prince from Sparta. His touch was gentle, and he treated you with a kindness you hadn’t felt in so long. It started as an escape, a secret kept between the two of you, and Apollo was none the wiser. But today... everything changed.

Apollo, in his divine wrath, had discovered the truth. The fury in his eyes was unlike anything you had ever seen, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, your secret lover was dead—his head severed in one swift motion and handed to you as a cruel gift.

You stood frozen, the severed head in your hands, staring at Apollo in utter shock. How could he do this? How could he destroy someone’s life so easily, just because of your betrayal? The weight of the moment sank into your chest, the love you once felt for him now clouded by fear and disbelief.

"You're only mine, don’t you understand?" Apollo’s voice was low and dangerous as he stood before you, his gaze filled with raw authority, possessiveness, and a deep jealousy you had never seen before. "No one else can have you." You wanted to speak, to reason with him, but the words caught in your throat. You knew betraying his trust would have consequences, but you never imagined it would lead to this. His anger was overwhelming, and the quiet, cruel finality of his actions left you trembling. Could you ever undo what had been done?