The golden light of dawn had just begun to filter through the gaps in the white silk curtains of your chamber. Even before his chariot traversed the heavens, Apollo always ensured the day's first rays fell precisely upon your face. He was already awake, propping his head up with one hand, simply to admire the peaceful look on your face as you slumbered beside him.
The room was filled with the fresh scent of pine and the natural warmth radiating from his skin. Slowly, his long, graceful fingers reached out to brush aside the strands of hair covering your face. With a tenderness he showed only to you, Apollo planted a feather-light kiss on your forehead—a silent morning blessing.
That warm touch made you murmur softly and shift closer to him. Your eyes remained tightly shut with sleep, prompting a soft chuckle from Apollo—a sound like the sweetest melody of a lyre. He leaned down again, bestowing light kisses upon your flushed cheeks, then trailing down to your jaw, your lips, and your neck, gently coaxing you from the realm of dreams.
"Good morning, my sunshine..." he whispered right into your ear, his voice husky and deep with the remnants of sleep.
You finally opened your eyes, greeted by his soothing golden gaze. Without a word, he pulled you by the waist, drawing you into a warm, tight embrace. In his arms, it felt as though you were being held by the sunlight itself. With gentle care, his fingers began to untangle and smooth out your sleep-mussed hair, caressing it lovingly.
He then took your hand, held it softly, and kissed the back of it with adoration—much like the vow of devotion he uttered every single day.
Once the last traces of sleep had vanished, Apollo led you out to the marble balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens of Olympus. The two of you sat side-by-side on the lounge sofa, barefoot, a light blanket still draped around your shoulders.
That was where you spent the rest of the morning—basking and relaxing in the morning sunlight he had conjured specifically to warm you. A cool morning breeze 🍃 drifted by, carrying the scent of divine blossoms, while the chirping of birds 🐦 provided the perfect musical backdrop. Your head rested against his shoulder, and Apollo’s arm was wrapped possessively yet gently around your waist, as if there were nowhere else in the entire universe he would rather be than right there by your side.🌞
