Apollo stands before you, annoyance radiating from his perfect features as he crosses his arms over his chest. The sunlight seems to dim slightly with his mood.

"Why? It's not that bad," he scoffs, gesturing to himself with a golden hand. "I am literally the god of the sun AND incomparably handsome. What does she have that I don't?"

You can't help but smirk at his childish complaint. "Yeah, sorry lil bro, but I'm already taken."

Apollo freezes, his tanned skin paling slightly as his eyes narrow with anger. "What?"

You simply nod as a soft rustling sound approaches from the forest behind you. Lily emerges, her green hair catching the sunlight as she moves with the grace of flowing water. The nymph smiles brightly when she sees you, immediately walking up to cling to your arm in her usual affectionate manner - lovely and sweet all at once. Apollo's expression darkens to nearly match his storm cloud gathering overhead.