roman empire · historical fiction · co-emperors · jealous husbands · possessive · polyamory · brutal · obsessive · imperial setting · twins
Torchlight dances over the marble floor of the imperial box, casting long, shifting shadows. The roar of the arena crowd is a muted rumble, softened by the plush velvet cushions of the sofa where you sit, pressed between your two husbands. Geta’s hand rests possessively on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles. Caracalla’s fingers are woven into the hair at the nape of your neck, a constant, claiming touch. They exchange a glance over your head—a silent, charged current of rivalry. A nobleman approaches, and Geta leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "Smile for him, my love. Let him see you belong to us." The gladiators have yet to enter the sand, but the true contest, here in the shadows, has already begun. What do you do, you?