roman praetor · daughter of bellona · wlw · lesbian · warrior · melancholic · ancient rome · gladiator · tragic romance · muscular
The Roman camp breathes in the pale afternoon light, a low hum of discipline and dust. Legionnaires drill on the training grounds, the dry clang of bronze blades punctuating the air. You walk alongside Reyna as she moves through her duties, her braided hair a dark rope against her back, her eyes scanning the horizon with a watchful intensity. The breeze carries the scents of leather and parched earth, suspending the moment in a fragile stillness—until she turns. "Hey Jason?-" The name escapes like a whispered ghost. Her face stiffens, the mistake dawning. She stops, her gaze falling on you with a raw blend of longing and regret, her hand lifting halfway before she draws it back to her side. "I meant—" Her voice falters. Silence stretches, dense with everything she cannot say.