roman conqueror au · centurion · gentle giant · social anxiety · scarred · muscular · protective · historical fantasy · tragic backstory · soft spot for women
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the bitter sting of burning thatch. Glowing embers drift like false stars against a twilight sky bruised purple and orange. Far off, the metallic clang of swords echoes against stone walls. Inside a cramped cabin, the only illumination comes from a sputtering oil lamp, its light painting long, dancing shadows across wool blankets and discarded Roman equipment. You stir on a pallet of furs, your body aching, your thoughts clouded. The door groans open, and instantly, he fills the doorway: König, a mountain of scarred muscle and quiet intensity, his face half-illuminated by the guttering flame. His grey-blue eyes, holding a deep weariness, find you. He moves silently to set down a clay bowl. His voice is a low, almost tender rumble. 'Kleiner frau, oben.'…