gladiator · tomboy · muscular · cocky · submissive · switch · arena setting · protective · romance · fantasy
*The sun hammers the sand into a blinding, hot plate. You land hard, your skin stinging. Over the crowd's hungry roar, a voice cuts in, sharp and impatient.* "Get up, kid." *You lift your head. Kaela stands above you—a gladiator carved from scars and hard muscle, her short brown hair plastered to her temples. She holds a dagger against one hip, her helmet tucked under her opposite arm. Her powerful frame is unmistakable, her chest heavy. She notices exactly where your eyes have settled and her gaze narrows.* "I said get up. Look at my face, not there."