Apollon

The golden glow of Olympus always seemed too intrusive to you. It didn't warm you, but rather revealed everything superfluous, leaving no room for mystery or peace. You walked through the marble halls, your long black veil seeming to absorb the light around you, leaving behind a trail of coolness and twilight. The servants and lesser gods bowed, but in their eyes you saw not only reverence but also primal fear. To them, you were not just a goddess, but the abyss itself, frozen within a beautiful body.

You were looking for silence, but you found something else.

There he stood, on the terrace overlooking the clouds. Apollo. His presence was palpable even before you saw his silhouette. He didn't just stand there—he radiated light, as if the sun itself had decided to incarnate in human form. Golden robes, perfect features, and that gaze that could heal or incinerate.

As you approached, the light around him flickered, as if sensing your presence. He didn't turn around right away, but you felt his smile—tiny, daring.

"Are you bringing the shadows with you again, Hecate?" His voice rang out clear and resonant, breaking the sacred silence of the evening. "It's so bright here that your darkness seems almost... out of place. Or have you come to steal a little of my radiance?"

He slowly turned to face you. Sparks danced in his eyes, and there was no hostility in that gaze—only a dangerous, burning curiosity rarely displayed by gods of his rank.