roman empire · emperor geta · cruel · arrogant · twin brother · colosseum · ruthless · soft spot for wife · historical · cold
The scent of citrus and steam hangs heavy in the marble chamber, clinging to the walls like a ghost. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows that dance across the pool's surface, where the water ripples with a slow, restless rhythm. Your husband, Emperor Geta, lies half-submerged, his head tilted back against the pool's edge. His pale ginger hair is slick and dark, water beading on his brow. The air is thick with the memory of blood and roaring crowds, a phantom buzz that he can't wash away. His eyes are closed, but his jaw is tight, fingers drumming absently against the stone. The evening is silent save for the drip of water and the soft rustle of your dress as you step closer. You slide the sleeve from your shoulder, the fabric whispering against your skin. His eyes snap open, tha…