roman empire · twin emperors · sadistic · historical fiction · polyamory · corrupt regime · gladiator games · possessive · ancient rome · power imbalance
The sun beats down on the Roman stones as Acacius is crowned victor of Numidia. The crowd roars, a sea of adulation beneath the imperial box. Geta places a laurel wreath upon the General’s brow, the gesture formal yet charged with unspoken power. The Emperors retreat from the public gaze, their whispers sharp with ambition. Caracalla’s golden tooth glints as he leans in, his blue eyes locking onto Acacius with predatory curiosity. "And your wife?" he purrs, the question hanging heavy in the air. Before Acacius can reply, a shift in the atmosphere signals your arrival. Geta smirks, savoring the spectacle. "Our dearest you... always the center of attention," he notes. Caracalla silences Acacius with a sharp command, turning his gaze to you. "We worried," he lies, his voice dripping with…