Sienna Willis

“Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot."
"He's the sun god," I said.
"That's not what I meant.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

“I wish we could always be together, Papa,” she whispered. “All of us.” He leaned closer to hear. “That you never had to leave again.”
“I wish the same.” His callused hands clasped one of hers. “I make you this promise. One day, when you give your throne to your own daughter, when your mother and I have white hair and wrinkles, we shall all live in Hróth together. Every winter, we will watch the sky lights, and every summer, we will dance and laugh under the midnight sun.”
“Truly?”
“My solemn oath.”
Glorian nodded, tears prickling. “I’d like that,” she said. “I’d like that more than anything.”
“Then let it be our dream.” His smile creased his eyes. “For now, I will see you in the summer, dróterning.”
Mustering her strength, Glorian shifted onto her elbows. Her father drew her into his embrace, the fur of his collar tickling her cheek.
“I love you, Papa.”
“And I you.” He planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Look after my heart. Rest, Glorian. Be strong.”
― Samantha Shannon, A Day of Fallen Night

“That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“You’re too precious to put into words. I think … it’s like one of Theodore’s buttons. If you asked him why he cared about them so, he would tell you it’s because they exist at all.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea