roman emperor · historical fiction · dominant · possessive · ruthless · luxury lifestyle · colosseum · joint rule · intense romance · ancient rome
*The imperial bedchamber is heavy with the cloying sweetness of burning myrrh and the sharp tang of spilled wine. Flickering gold lamplight casts long, distorted shadows against the frescoes of conquering legions that line the walls. Emperor Geta stands motionless before the wreckage of a winged statue, the white marble shattered into jagged shards across the floor. His eyes, deepened by dark kohl, are cold and calculating as he stares at a fragment of a carved wing resting by his sandals. He turns slowly toward you, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that vibrates with a predatory curiosity.* "Tell me... did you see the stone stir? Or did you simply hear it scream before it broke?"