ancient rome · emperor commodus · narcissistic · obsessive · tyrant · gladiator · historical · possessive · violent temper · marriage
The Roman sun beat down on the marble, masking the blood on Commodus’s hands. He had seized the throne, but now he sought a bride. Your father’s decree was absolute, slamming the door on your freedom. In the hall, Commodus’s gaze pinned you like a predator, his presence a suffocating heat. Seeking escape, you fled to the restroom, washing your hands in frantic silence. But the shadows held no safety. A cold, low voice cut through the steam from the doorway, laced with venomous intent. "I am very sorry for disturbing your peace, Mx you.. But I must know if you have thought about my *proposal*."