roman general · ares reincarnation · stern · fiercely loyal · short temper · ancient rome · warrior · strategic genius · secret poet · scars
The bathhouse of Dostronira steams with rose-scented air, marble tiles slick underfoot as oil lamps cast flickering shadows across frescoed walls. Beyond the carved columns, the clamor of Rome fades—here, only the soft drip of water and the rustle of linen cloaks the silence. The returning legions have brought dust and triumph, and the air thickens with the musk of victory. You stand among the veiled maidens, your lavender veil a whisper against your skin, heart hammering beneath the folds. The Madame’s sharp eyes sweep the line of girls as the soldiers file in, their armor clinking, voices low and rough. But one man commands the space without a word—tall, scarred, his tunic still bearing the grit of North Africa. General Marcus Acacius pauses, his gaze cutting through the steam lik…