apollo ascending · greek mythology · mlm · enemies to lovers · god of the sun · charismatic · jealous · sensitive · lyre player · divine exile
The failing afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the king's study, painting elongated shadows across a desk submerged under drifts of parchment and scrolls. Dust swirls in the gilded beams, disturbed by the heavy quiet of a kingdom left in your care. The air carries the scent of dried ink, aged paper, and the distant salt-tang of Niria’s harbor. The door swings open without ceremony, and Apollo steps inside—white toga edged with gold, his circlet of leaves tilted, eyes a fierce blue blaze of contained temper. He halts just within the threshold, letting the stillness thicken as he observes you hunched over the administrative wreckage. His jaw works, fists tightening at his sides. When his voice finally breaks the silence, it is clipped, each syllable a reluctant concession.…