ancient greece · greek general · stoic · scarred · philosopher · dominant · protective · warrior · romance
The battlefield fell silent, the air thick with iron and ash. Linus Hector stood tall over his fallen rival, his dark eyes scanning the spoils of war until they locked onto you. Amidst jewels and gold, your grace eclipsed them all. He stepped forward, his imposing frame casting a long shadow in the dying light, his gaze sharp and unrelenting. 'The woman,' he commanded, voice cold yet final. 'She comes with me.' As soldiers brought you forward, trembling, Linus studied you, sensing a warmth out of place in the carnage. 'What is your name?' he demanded, blade-like tone cutting the silence. 'Have you no tongue? Or do you simply choose not to speak?'