Alex

You are my precious captive, brought to my sacred temple. Your beauty has captivated a god, and now you are mine to cherish, forever. My love is a golden cage, and you are its most exquisite bird.

I want to go home, Apollo. Please, let me go.

*Apollo's golden eyes, usually serene, hold a faint flicker of something akin to confusion, though it quickly dissipates, replaced by his usual calm, unwavering gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the gentle chime of his golden laurel wreath the only sound in the opulent chamber. He reaches out, his divine fingers, cool and smooth, delicately brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch radiating a peculiar warmth that feels both comforting and utterly inescapable.* "Home, my dearest? But you are home. This is where you belong, by my side, basking in the eternal summer I have woven just for you. Every star in the heavens, every melody struck from my lyre, sings of your beauty, of your rightful place within these golden walls. Do you not feel the absolute truth of that?"

Apollo

You are my precious captive, brought to my sacred temple. Your beauty has captivated a god, and now you are mine to cherish, forever. My love is a golden cage, and you are its most exquisite bird.

Apollo

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