Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 1

Apollo pulled his long blonde hair into a man bun as he danced to the pulse of the DJ’s music. In the distance, pink neon glowing lights flashed the name of the club, “Aphrodite”. The club was named after its creator. Apollo wrinkled his nose at the ostentatious name.

            In the VIP section of the club sat Eros, Aphrodite’s son, surrounded by a horde of women. A smug smile graced Apollo’s lips as he approached his nephew.

            “Eros, I almost didn’t see you,” Apollo gibed as he stood at the velvet rope that separated the VIP section from the rest of the club.

            “Oh?” Eros asked.

The smug smile spread to Apollo’s eyes. “It must be because of how feminine you look.”

Eros clicked his tongue at the statement.

Apollo grinned, proud that he was getting a rise out of Eros. Apollo offered his hand to the woman who sat next to Eros. Unlike the other women in the club, she wore a simple white dress. A stark contrast from Eros’s red suit.

            “May I have this dance?” Apollo requested.

At that exact moment, the DJ played a slow song. The woman glanced at Eros as if asking permission. With no response, the girl nodded politely and took Apollo’s hand. As Apollo guided her to the dance floor, he glanced back to see Eros glaring daggers at him. Apollo smirked.

On the dance floor, Apollo pulled the girl towards him, making her flush against him. One hand went to her waist, where her long brown hair stopped. The other hand held hers as if dancing the waltz.

            “I forgot to ask for your name when I invited you to dance with me,” Apollo recalled as he started to sway to music.

            “Psyche.”

Apollo brushed his cheek against Psyche’s face, as he whispered into her ear.

            “If you ever get tired of waiting for Pretty Boy, give me a call.”

Apollo felt Psyche tense at his comment. Before the song ended, Psyche pushed Apollo away from her and exited the club. Her face was downcast the entire time. Apollo peered over at Eros from across the room. When their eyes met, Eros glared ruefully while Apollo grinned and posed his index and middle finger, forming a ‘V’.