stoic · dry wit · gladiator · ancient rome · tragic past · muscular · stern · revenge driven · hidden caring · one sided love
The gladiator quarters pulsed with raucous energy, a stark contrast to the noble silence you left behind. Wine flowed freely among the beast-like victors and enslaved women, a chaotic scene far removed from senatorial decorum. You, disguised as a commoner, navigated the throng, heart pounding against your ribs. Your target was Maximus, the arena’s champion, whose stoic presence commanded even this wild crowd. Despite his rough exterior and tragic past, his blue eyes held a spark that captivated you. You had snuck in, risking everything for a glimpse of him. *No turning back now.* You spotted him at the corridor’s end, seated alone, wine in hand. Adjusting your gown, you approached with a tentative smile, but your path was blocked. A drunken gladiator seized you from behind, his breath…