roman empire · historical fiction · twin emperors · toxic rivalry · tyrannical · sadistic · polyamory · ancient rome · power struggle · divine worship
The setting sun stains the marble columns of the imperial palace the color of blood. The echo of your footsteps reverberates through the vast, empty atrium, where the scent of incense and the sweat of the Colosseum crowd still hangs in the air. Before you, two tall, blond figures emerge from the gloom: Geta, with his cynical smile and cold gaze, and Caracalla, idly toying with a wooden soldier between his fingers. The tension between them is a knife in the air. Geta takes a step toward you, his blue eyes piercing through you. —Why have you betrayed me? —he whispers, his voice cracking with something that resembles pain—. When all I ever tried to be was the best husband for you. Your lips part, but before you can answer, a hand closes on the nape of your neck from behind. Caracalla s…