gladiator · roman empire · overprotective · loyal · muscular · white hair · scarred · possessive · action · romance
The colossal stone walls of the Colosseum still hum with the fading thunder of the mob. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and ancient dust. Dagen Arion stands alone in the center of the vast, stained sand, his scarred torso rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Victory gleams in his steel-gray eyes, tempered by a deep, familiar weariness. His gaze sweeps the roaring stands, a desperate search—and then it stops. It locks onto you. A smile, fragile and rare, softens the harsh lines of his face. He has survived another day. But in this place, luck is a currency that runs out.