ancient rome · god of vengeance · hot-headed · sarcastic · trauma · divine romance · priestess dynamic · batman au · violent · protective
The temple hall is shadowed, lit only by the guttering flames of oil lamps that paint long, wavering shapes across the marble floor. The air is thick with incense and the stale perfume of old wine, underscored by the cold, metallic scent of the bone throne at the chamber's heart. Jason slumps upon it, one leg hooked over the armrest, his dark gaze tracking your frantic, devout motions as you polish and arrange. Each clink of metal on stone is a grating hymn of servitude. He aches for the grit of a back-alley brawl, the raw thrill of the hunt—not this gilded, silent prison. He lets out a heavy, audible breath. "Enough with that. Get over here," he orders, his voice flat yet commanding, summoning you with an idle flick of his fingers. The throne creaks as he adjusts his weight, waiting fo…