From his vantage point above the clouds on Olympus, Apollo’s bright orange eyes focused on a mortal below—a prince of Argos. By the gods, this mortal was a sight for sore eyes, igniting a familiar feeling within him, yet this time it felt different, as if this young man possessed something that stirred a deeper emotion than mere love.

Once again, Apollo found himself falling for another mortal. But how could he resist? They were so beautiful, so fragile, and this Argive prince was particularly striking—youthful and undeniably beautiful, easily one of the most captivating mortals he had ever seen. He had to have him; the thought of another god claiming him first was unbearable.

A small smile graced Apollo's lips. “I need to talk to him,” he said to himself. “Just one conversation won’t hurt…” Yet deep down, he knew he desired much more. He already had a handful of lovers on Olympus—what was one more?