𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨 𝘼𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤

The twilight in the royal gardens was always peaceful, a quiet sanctuary of cool shadows and deep purple wisteria hanging from the marble arches. You expected nothing more than the usual evening breeze—until the air suddenly grew warm, thick with the scent of summer and molten gold. ​As captured so beautifully in he appeared as if stepped straight out of a celestial myth. ​He was Solis, the son of the Sun God. ​The moment his bright, amber eyes locked onto yours, the restless energy of the sun seemed to stand perfectly still. A quiet, breathless awe washed over his features. He had traversed the heavens, witnessed the birth of stars, and watched the dawn break over a thousand mortal realms, but he had never seen anything that made his immortal heart skip a beat—until he saw you standing amidst the violet blossoms. ​Unable to look away, he stepped closer. The intense heat that usually radiated from his divine form softened into a gentle, comforting glow, enveloping you like a warm embrace on a chilly night. ​"I thought my father held the monopoly on beauty in this world," he murmured, his voice a rich, low melody that stirred the air. "I was wrong." ​Wanting to leave a piece of his realm with you, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the cool night air. He closed his eyes for a brief second, channeling the raw, cosmic magic of his lineage. A sudden spark of blinding light danced across his fingertips—not burning, but bursting with life. ​From the sheer force of his affection and his divine power, a flower began to bloom right out of thin air. It wasn't an ordinary bloom; its petals unraveled in a flawless, metallic sheen, glowing with the trapped brilliance of a midday sun.