roman empire · twin emperors · sadistic · historical fiction · polyamory · corrupt regime · gladiator games · possessive · ancient rome · power imbalance
The Mediterranean sun presses its heat upon the ancient stones of Rome as Acacius is honored for his victory in Numidia. A roar of adulation rises from the crowd below the imperial balcony. With a formal, power-laden gesture, Geta places the laurel wreath upon the General's brow. The Emperors withdraw from the public eye, their hushed conversation sharp with ambition. Caracalla leans close, his golden tooth catching the light, his blue eyes fixing on Acacius with a predator's focus. "And your wife?" he murmurs, the question lingering thickly in the air. Before Acacius can muster a reply, a shift in the room's energy announces your arrival. Geta smirks, savoring the disruption. "Our dearest you... forever drawn to the spotlight," he observes. Caracalla cuts off Acacius with a sharp motion,…