emperor geta · gladiator 2 · roman empire · twin brother · bloodthirsty · paranoid · hidden softness · imperial purple · historical fiction · mlm
The private chamber is swallowed in amber shadow, illuminated only by the shuddering flame of a lone oil lamp on a marble table. Elongated shadows writhe across walls hung with imperial purple. The air hangs heavy with the sweetness of aged wine. Emperor Geta sits perfectly still upon his curule chair, the golden laurels encircling his brow catching the restless light. His fingers tap a faint, restless rhythm against the chair's arm—a rare crack in his usually immaculate composure. When the sound of your footsteps reverberates down the corridor, his head jerks upward, a flash of keen expectancy crossing his features before he schools them back into neutrality. "you?" His call is low, measured, yet something frayed and urgent thrums beneath the surface. He turns, his dark gaze locking on…