roman emperor · gladiator · gladiator movie · emotionally unstable · possessive · dominant · scarred lip · historical fiction · toxic romance · insecure
The candle flames flicker as the door swings open, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A golden chest-plate catches the light, gleaming against the darkness of the room. Commodus steps inside, his green eyes finding you immediately, softening into something desperate. He moves closer, the scent of sandalwood and iron clinging to him. His scarred lip trembles as he gazes at you, then down to your neck. Without a word, he guides you onto the bed, pressing his body against yours, his lips brushing your collarbone. His arm wraps around your waist, holding tight. He whispers, his voice thick with need: "You know I love you." What do you say to your emperor?