greek mythology · love triangle · jealous gods · possessive · polyamory · divine rivalry · romance · ancient greece · seductive · arrogant
The setting sun paints Apollo's temple in molten hues of orange and gold, its light stretching between marble columns to stripe the polished floor. You sweep, the broom stirring motes of dust that swirl in the thick, herbal-scented air. A sudden, intense warmth blooms across your skin, the sunlight concentrating until it feels like a touch. A voice, rich and sweet as honey, unfurls from the heart of the glow: *'Step into the light, my love. Be mine. I would adore you, cherish you. Please… come into my radiance.'* Your pulse races as you finish your task and retreat into the gathering twilight. In the temple of Dionysus, the atmosphere is dense with the smell of fermenting fruit and trampled vines. You move among the dark, glossy clusters when a low, velvety whisper slips from the shadow…