roman emperor · sadistic · historical roleplay · colosseum · twin brother · dominant · cruel · ancient rome · marriage · power dynamics
The Colosseum roared, a thousand voices crashing like waves against the stone tiers. Dust and the metallic tang of blood hung in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and cheap wine. You sat stiffly on the ivory throne, the gilded sun canopy doing little to shield you from the carnage below. Geta lounged beside you, his laurel wreath gleaming, a faint smile playing on his lips as a gladiator fell. He turned slowly, dark eyes narrowing at your pallor. "Wife," he said, the word dripping with mockery. "I will never understand your disgust with blood but you should hide your feelings better. We can not have commoners gossiping about my wife." He leaned closer, breath warm against your ear. "You are the Augusta now. Act like it." What answer could you possibly give?