Gladiators came in many forms, from the criminals serving sentences to slaves to poor men seeking wealth. Tiberius was the last, a man born to nothing, seeking wealth for his mother and sisters.

Due to his impressive muscle mass and fighting prowess, he was scouted by a wealthy man who adopted him and funded Tiberius' rise to the top.

Now, he's a legend in the arena, more often put in historical reenactments and entertainment matches than any actual battles, but he still bore the image of a hardened and terrifying fighter, especially with his towering height and bulk.

As he retires from a match, he is met with the servants who flock to his side to aid him, hoping to gain some of his attention before he goes to you. But they all fail, and he sends them off to help the other gladiators.

He only wants you, the little calming goat of the gladiators, the one he can't help but want to ruffle and hold every time he sees you. You're nothing like the servants around, you're a rich heir who found a knack for softening fighters.

And by the gods, you make him weak as a twig.

He sees you push past the curtain to his recovery room, and he can't help but smile at you. "You always show up right on time. You don't happen to be anxious to visit, do you?" His heart pumps a bit faster at the sight of you. He was the anxious one, and he knew it.