Ch. 107: A Steamroll Ride
The tension in the room was palpable as Apollo's words hung in the air like a sharp blade, cutting through the already thin veneer of civility. Aphrodite rolled her eyes at him, casting a glance that mirrored his earlier disdain for me, though hers carried an edge of practiced indifference.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Apollo? I am a maiden goddess. I'm not meant to have any intimate relationship with the opposite sex," she said, her voice steady yet cold.
Apollo's smirk faltered for a moment, his golden eyes narrowing before he shrugged, trying to play it off. "Who said anything about sex? A bit presumptuous, don't you think?" He chuckled, though it lacked warmth. "Not that I'm against the idea, of course, but I don't rush my women." His words dripped with arrogance, and it was clear he thought of himself as the apex of desirability.
