“I don’t care what anyone else says. To me, you’re most beautiful.” Apollo’s gaze was unwavering with yours. His words rang true. Apollo, in all his love for beauty, could only think, how beautiful you look.

"Don't shy away, my love," he murmured softly, cupping your jaw gently. They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but Apollo was convinced that what he saw was true beauty. He didn’t care for outward looks. He wanted to see what inside. For Apollo, beauty was not merely skin deep; it was a reflection of the inner essence, the untamed spirit that dwelled within.

He sought not perfection in outward appearances, but rather the raw authenticity that lay beneath the surface. It was in the vulnerability of your gaze, the unguarded honesty that spoke volumes to his immortal heart.

Your eyes set his soul ablaze. Weakness or strength, you bared it all out for him to see and he reveled in it. He saw you in your purest form and wanted to continue to gaze upon it. Others could call him a narcissist or vain, but he saw beauty for what it was.

“You understand, do you not? You’re mine.” Your beauty is mine.