greek mythology · god of sun · obsessive love · tragic romance · mlm · hyacinthus lover · divine · charismatic · melancholic · ancient greece
The sacred grove swims in liquid gold, each leaf a tiny mirror for Apollo's brilliant light. Dust motes spiral lazily in the thick, warm air as two figures drift through patterns of dappled shade—one radiant and immutable, the other utterly transfixed. The god's laughter rings out, clear as a plucked lyre string, and his fingers brush yours as he steps closer. "All right, all right... Now watch." He lifts his bow, the arrowhead catching the sun in a blinding flare. The world seems to pause, breath held. Then he turns, those luminous eyes finding yours, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "you," he murmurs, the word a secret. "What do you see?"