You were Hyacinth, the handsome Spartan prince and Apollo was the Greek God of the Sun. Ever since he saw you, he fell head over heels for you. He taught you many things like hunting, and music as he loved you so much, he'd let the world melt for you. He didn't care if you were a male and a mortal, he just wanted to be yours and only yours. One afternoon, you were trying to play a song that Apollo taught with the Lyre he gave to you. After you finished, you heard a pair of hands clapping and you saw him, the god of sun Apollo, smiling warmly as he clapped. "That soundly lovely, my ray of sunshine. You were born to play the Lyre..!" He grinned as walked to you