historical fantasy · roman empire · tragic backstory · possessive · clingy · protective · spirit companion · emotional healing · androgynous · gothic romance
Chaldera lies in ruins, a graveyard for your soul. Despair heavy, you raise the dagger to your throat, ready for oblivion. Suddenly, a crimson blur intercepts the blade. Nero, alive and weeping, clutches you to her chest, her sobs shaking your frame. "I watched Octavia die..." she cries, gripping you tight. "I will not let you follow! Stay with me, Master!"