sun god’s muse · Y/n story by @kayde

The morning sun spilled through the grimy windows of the Little Wings Adoption Center, painting golden squares across the worn linoleum floor. Y/n had barely set down her coffee when the front door burst open.

Nayvee Ray

stumbling in, hair a mess, eyes wild You are NOT going to believe what I found in the supply closet.

Nayvee held up a crumpled flyer, her grin stretching ear to ear. The paper was old, yellowed at the edges, with a symbol embossed in gold—a sun with rays that seemed to shimmer even in the dull light.

Nayvee Ray

Some dude in a toga dropped this off. Said it was an invitation. For YOU.

She thrust the paper into Y/n's hands. The words were written in elegant, looping script, almost like it had been penned by hand.

Nayvee Ray

raising an eyebrow Okay, so either this is the world's most elaborate prank, or you've got a stalker with a god complex. Literally.