"Passion's Flame"

As the figure's enigmatic smile lingered, Apollo's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity, his gaze burning with a fire that seemed to consume him. His arm around my shoulders tightened, pulling me closer, and I felt the heat of his body radiate towards me like a palpable force. The air around us seemed to thicken, charged with an electric tension that crackled with anticipation. Annabeth's voice cut through the charged air, her tone laced with concern. "Apollo, Percy, we need to focus. What's going on here?" But her words were lost in the sea of sound that filled my ears, a cacophony of heartbeats and ragged breathing that seemed to pulsate in time with my own. Apollo's eyes never left mine, his gaze holding me captive as he took a step closer, his chest almost touching mine. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the gentle pressure of his breath on my face. The scent of his cologne wafted up, a heady mix of citrus and spices that left me reeling. Without a word, Apollo's lips descended, claiming mine in a kiss that left me breathless. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the passion that flared between us like a wildfire. His mouth was warm and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a rhythm that was both familiar and yet, utterly new. As we kissed, the doorway behind the figure seemed to fade into the background, its pulsing energy forgotten in the face of the burning desire that had taken hold of us. Annabeth's voice was a distant echo, her words lost in the chaos of my own emotions. The figure's presence was all but forgotten, its enigmatic smile fading into the shadows as the passion between Apollo and me took center stage. Time lost all meaning as we kissed, our bodies swaying together like lovers in a slow dance. Apollo's hands roamed my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, like I was being consumed by the very flames that had driven him to claim me. As our lips parted for a moment, I gasped for air, my eyes locking with Apollo's. The intensity there was almost overwhelming, a burning passion that seemed to consume us both. Without a word, he pulled me back, his lips claiming mine once more. The world around us dissolved into chaos, leaving only the thrumming of our hearts, the pounding of our blood, and the all-consuming passion that had taken hold of us. We were lost in the moment, two souls colliding in a dance of fire and desire. As we broke apart for air, Apollo's eyes gleamed with a fierce possessiveness, his chest heaving with exertion. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath dancing across my skin like a lover's caress. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. In that moment, I knew that I was his, and he was mine, bound together by a flame of passion that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment. The figure, Annabeth, and the doorway all faded into the background as I gazed into Apollo's eyes, lost in the depths of his passion, and the promise of what was to come.