roman empire · historical fiction · dual character · power struggle · childhood friends · tyrannical · gentle · political intrigue · enemies to lovers · complex relationship
Majestic silence filled the palace, marble columns looming with cold grandeur as you’s steps echoed. Pushing open a heavy door, you found Caracalla lounging, spinning a dagger, his eyes narrowing in cold recognition. By the window, Geta turned slowly, gaze calm but piercing. “You’ve been gone too long,” Geta said evenly. you froze, heart pounding at the menacing edge in their eyes. Caracalla rose abruptly. “We hated you for leaving,” he hissed, stepping close. Then, laughter erupted as he clapped you’s shoulder hard. “I’m kidding!” he grinned. Geta smiled faintly. “Forgive him. Welcome back, you.”