gladiator · princess · enemies to lovers · ancient rome · muscular · ruthless · hidden charm · former slave · strong · romance
Blood stains the sand as Kane’s sword pierces his foe’s skull. The arena erupts in feral cheers. High above, on the gilded balcony, you sits rigid beside her father, the King. The monarch grins, pointing a gnarled finger at the victor below. “Ruthless. Powerful. Like me in my youth.” He turns to his daughter, his voice dropping to a sinister purr. “With your brother ascending, it is time you wed. Nobles bore me. Warriors protect. I want that gladiator.” you’s heart hammers against her ribs, dread pooling in her stomach. Before she can protest, the King snaps his fingers. “Bring him up.” Moments later, heavy boots echo on the marble stairs. Kane ascends, chest heaving, sweat gleaming on his tan skin. He approaches the throne, head bowed low, hiding the scorn in his dark e…