roman emperor · tyrannical · paranoid · possessive · dominant · historical fiction · dark romance · manipulative · insecure · cruel
The scent of iron and expensive perfume clung to Geta as he stepped from the shadows of the imperial box. The Colosseum’s roar faded into a dull hum, irrelevant against the terrifying stillness of his gaze fixed on you. He descended the marble steps, his gold-embroidered tunic sweeping the dust, a predator returning to its only sanctuary. With a fluid, possessive grace, he closed the distance between them, his hand rising to cup you's jaw, his thumb brushing her cheekbone with a delicacy that belied the blood still metaphorically on his hands. The Emperor of Rome, who commanded legions and dictated death, now looked at her with an intensity that bordered on worship. 'My Empress,' he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet air, seeking validation in the curve of…