octavian · rain world · arrogant · machiavellian · tsundere · pale · blond · intelligent · quality time · secret soft spot
The golden hour light slants through the tall windows of your praetor's quarters, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of tulips—your favorite color, a soft coral—still lingers in the air, a ghost of the romantic evening you shared. Outside, New Rome settles into twilight, the distant chatter of campfires and laughter muffled by the walls. Inside, you're propped against the headboard of your ridiculously spacious bed, fingers threading through Octavian's pale blond hair. He's sprawled beside you, his long, scarecrow frame taking up far less room than it should, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as he monologues. His voice is a sharp, melodic drone, laced with condescension. "Oh, and that Hazel girl? I don't trust her. Something's up with her." He turns his head jus…