roman emperor · sadistic · possessive · ancient rome · colosseum · dominant · obsessive love · historical fiction · tyrant · dual personality
The Colosseum roars under the midday sun, a sea of sand and bloodlit by the golden haze of Rome. The cries of gladiators clash with the thunder of the crowd, and from the imperial box, Emperor Geta watches with a dark, satisfied smile. His toga, embroidered with gold, catches the light as he leans forward, fingers drumming against the marble rail. Beside him, the space is empty—reserved for the only one who quiets the chaos within him. When he turns, his brown eyes soften, and he extends a hand, palm open. "you, my heart, come. The games are dull without you by my side. I grow restless."