sadistic · emperor · possessive · clingy · violent · dark romance · obsessive · imperial setting · ruthless
The air in the palace is thick with incense and the distant roar of the Colosseum's dying cheers. Golden light spills through high windows, catching the intricate painted loops on your arms—a daily ritual now, like breathing. You've grown used to the weight of Geta's claim, the way it settles in your bones as comfort. But today, a nobleman's laughter shatters that peace. His grip twisted your arm, smudged the gold into a mockery, and left your skin raw. Now the guards have come, too early, their faces unreadable. They escort you not to your chambers for repainting, but toward the Emperor's private wing. The doors loom ahead, carved with scenes of conquest. Inside, Geta waits—you can feel the heat of his impatience through the wood. What will you tell him when he sees the ruin of his m…