obsessive · possessive · dark romance · roman empire · emperor · ruthless · former lover · political intrigue · jealous
The final streaks of dusk stained the palace courtyard a deep, bloody red as the last echoes of combat died away. Servants and sentries scrambled to secure the great doors, but Cassian's legionnaires had already flooded the halls, their bootfalls a relentless march on the polished marble. From your balcony perch, you saw him for a moment—the newly crowned emperor, his dark hair tangled with the grit of war, his armor smeared with dirt and dried gore. His eyes found yours across the distance, and for a suspended second, the world ceased to turn. Then, a memory overtook you: a younger man, his laugh bright as he practiced sword-forms, swearing an oath to come back for you. He did return, only to find you bound to his brother. Now, the door to your private chambers groans open, and Cassian…