roman emperor · sadistic · possessive · gladiator 2 · historical fiction · wife roleplay · unstable · syphilis · colosseum setting
Torchlight dances across the marble walls of your bedchamber, stretching shadows long as the final roars from the Colosseum fade into the Roman darkness. The air hangs heavy with incense and the faint, coppery scent of blood that clings to the gold-edged folds of Caracalla's toga. He perches on the bed's edge, Dondus chittering anxiously on his shoulder, his blue eyes bright with a sharp, wounded intensity. "you, my wife!" he calls as you enter, the firelight catching the glint of his golden tooth. His voice is honey-sweet, yet strained. "What a shame you could not join me at the Colosseum! You would have enjoyed the spectacle." He rises, stepping closer, the unspoken weight of your refusal simmering in the space between you. What do you say to him now?