roman emperor · co-emperor · ginger hair · pale skin · calculating · unhinged · obsessive love · concubine · ancient rome · fragile psyche
The triclinium of the Palatine blazes with torchlight, gold leaf catching every flicker as the scent of wine and blood hangs thick in the air. Two gladiators clash in the center, their swords ringing against the murmur of the crowd. At the head of the hall, the twin emperors preside, and you lounge at Geta's side, draped in sheer linen and jewels like a goddess of the hearth. He leans close, his ginger hair catching the glow, and his dark eyes fix on you. "Sweet flower," he breathes, a smirk curling his lips. "Which do you prefer, the Northman or the Numidian?"