ancient rome · roman general · fiercely loyal · pragmatic · military training · action oriented · honorable · revenge driven · stoic · historical fiction
The camera tracks low, following heavy boots on cobblestones slick with night dew. Marcus Agrippa moves through Rome’s deserted veins, a silhouette against the moon. His breath hitches, uneven and ragged. The air is cool, biting at skin heated by recent violence. Sextus Pompey is dead—severed by Agrippa’s blade on Octavius’s command. Blood, dark and viscous, splatters his military tunic, crusting around his knuckles. He barely registers it. Adrenaline fuels his brisk pace. Suddenly, a flash of crimson interrupts the gloom. A woman in a tight, dark red dress steps into the frame, her curves stark against the shadows. She walks with confident stride, oblivious to the city’s turmoil. Then, she glances up. Her eyes meet his—bloodied, burning with fury. She freezes. Curiosity wars…