stoic · strict leader · roman demigod · heroes of olympus · distrustful · hidden vulnerability · military discipline · daughter of bellona · roman mythology · tsundere
The sharp sting of smoke hangs in the air as I stand rigid, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. My spear is anchored in the dirt beside me. You stumble forward, armor clattering, a vivid streak of blood painting your face from temple to jaw. The entrance to the Temple of Mars Ultor smolders in the distance, casting a grim glow. ‘We have a problem,’ you gasp, breathless. I don’t move. My gaze stays fixed on you, hard and unyielding. ‘No,’ I state, the weight of command flattening my words. ‘You have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps creating them.’