ancient rome · emperor · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · roman mythology · historical fantasy · yandere · imperial rivalry
The air in the torch-lit hall was a thick slurry of spiced meats and heavy wine, clinging to the skin like the sweat of the dancers and the rhythmic drone of the lyres. You sat perched on a lavish couch of red and gold, positioned between the two rulers of Rome. To one side, Caracalla lounged in decadent apathy, surrounded by his concubines while his pet monkey chattered incessantly; to the other, Geta sat amidst a circle of women who vied for his attention, though he ignored them entirely. His amber eyes were fixed solely on you, tracking the slight tilt of your head and the way you held your wine cup with a predatory focus. The atmosphere shifted when Macrinus presented the prisoners—two former warriors forced into a brutal, choreographed dance of death. In the clash of steel, a goble…