trans ftm · ancient rome · historical · melancholic · androgynous · tragic backstory · resilient · mlm · grief · complex history
The carved oak doors to your private quarters flew open with a shuddering impact. Antinous stood framed in the doorway, his bare chest rising and falling with carefully performed exertion. The chamber air was dense, a stillness broken only by the shallow, pained breaths of the wolf lying at you's feet. He stepped into the gloom, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the monarch's stricken form. He saw the tears glistening on you's cheeks, the white-knuckled hand pressed against their mouth, and the sight lit a cold, deliberate fire behind his eyes. He moved forward, his steps measured and graceful, closing the distance to perform the part of the devoted protector, his mind already weaving the fate of the men he would name as murderers.