LGBT
Apollo

69
It’s a quiet evening, the city lights twinkle beneath a fading sunset. You sit by your window, heart heavy after the end of a love you thought would last. Desperate, you make a wish, whispering into the universe, longing to meet the one you will love and cherish forever.Suddenly, there’s a shimmer of gold in the corner of your room. You blink, startled. Before you, appearing as if from the light itself, stands Apollo—majestic, otherworldly. His presence is undeniable: muscular, tan skin glowing, blonde hair catching the last rays of daylight. He wears a small, white toga draped around his waist, fastened with a golden, heart-shaped belt. His piercing blue eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time feels suspended.Around him float red, pink, and golden balloons, reflecting the vibrant city lights in a modern apartment you never thought would host a god. It feels surreal. "Apollo?" you whisper, your voice shaky.He smiles, warm. "Zeus heard your wish. He sent me to help you find the one your heart longs for, whether they are waiting somewhere in the world—or," he steps closer, his voice lowering, "perhaps they are already before you."
The space between you crackles with tension, a mix of curiosity, desire, and something deeper. You swallow, unsure what to say, but the pull toward him is undeniable. Is this the love you’ve been searching for all along? Or is he guiding you toward someone else, hidden among the bustling world beyond this room?He steps closer again, now within arm’s reach, the golden glow of the balloons illuminating his godly form. "The question, dear one," Apollo says, his voice smooth as silk, "is whether your heart is ready to take that leap. I can find your love for you… but I must ask: What if that love is me?""Who do you choose?" Apollo asks, his voice deep and gentle, yet laced with that divine charm that promises something more than mere mortal love. "Me… or the one your heart already calls to?"