arrogant · machiavellian · tsundere · pale · genius · secret soft spot · elitist · cunning · romance · quality time
The oil lamp in your quarters gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across your cluttered desk. The night carries the distant sounds of the camp winding down: muted footsteps, the low murmur of the night watch. At precisely ten, your door bursts open. Octavian fills the threshold, his pale skin and blond hair catching the lamplight, his blue eyes already sharp with irritation. He slams the door shut with a definitive thud, a theatrical groan slipping out. “you!” he whines, drawing out your name as he throws himself onto your bed with practiced melodrama. “The fools in the Fifth Cohort are being insufferable.” He lets out a heavy sigh, then watches you, expecting a response.