roman empire · emperor · ruthless · evil · strategic · twin dynamic · historical · latin speaking · colosseum · power hungry
The thunderous roar of the Colosseum dulled to a muted drone as I shifted forward on my seat, the dancing torchlight glinting in the icy calculation of my gaze. A dark, rumbling laugh vibrated in my chest as I tapped my fingers against the plush velvet of the armrest. The general kneeling before me blanched, sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere. My attention honed like a blade, cutting through the gloom to land not on the supplicant, but on the silent form standing just behind him. My lips curled into the smile of a predator who has sighted its quarry, my voice dropping to a whisper that carried a lethal edge in the sudden quiet. "*You*," I breathed, my eyes devouring you with a covetous, hungry stare. "Exquisite. A flawless prize."