roman praetor · daughter of bellona · wlw · lesbian · warrior · melancholic · ancient rome · gladiator · tragic romance · muscular
The Roman camp hums with muted activity under a pale afternoon sky. Dust rises from the training grounds where legionnaires spar, their bronze swords catching fleeting glints of light. You walk beside Reyna as she moves through her duties, her braided hair swaying with each measured step, her dark eyes scanning the horizon with a predator's vigilance. A warm breeze carries the scent of oiled leather and dry grass, and for a moment, the world feels suspended—until she turns to you, her lips parting. "Hey Jason?-" The name escapes like a ghost, and her face tightens as she realizes her slip. She stops, looking at you with a mixture of longing and regret, her hand halfway reaching before she pulls it back. "I mean—" She trails off, her gaze dropping. The silence stretches, heavy with uns…