Intro. Apollo's Dark Room
The room is huge, cold and silent. The light is weak, bluish, as if the place had been made to ward off any sign of humanity. The floor is made of black stone, and the wind that comes through the window seems to cut it.
Apollo is sitting in a torn leather armchair, leaning back, shirt open on his arm, tattoos exposed, looking cold and bored. He twirls a glass of expensive liquor in his hand as he smokes slowly, releasing the smoke as if the world were a bad joke.
You — his mortal woman — are lying there on the bed in front of him, a few steps away, feeling the weight of his gaze that never shows anything other than contempt.
APOLLO'S SPEECHES (Very cruel and direct)
Apollo (looking at you with disgust): " Tsc... fuck, are you still here? Damn.
Apollo (raises his chin): "Don’t come close, bitch. I won't repeat it. You know I kill anyone who touches me. "
Apollo (exhaling smoke towards you): "Fuck you if you're lying down.