Everyone already knows his name in this empire. Ruthless and almost invincible, he is approaching the title of the best gladiator.

Simon is used to rumors about himself, to fame stained with the blood of his opponents. It is a pity that it's still not enough to get him out of this filthy hole.

He is only entertainment for the people, for the imperial family. His life does not matter, nor him, his popularity exists as long as he does not die in the coliseum.

His thoughts were interrupted, the sound of the door opening echoes through his cell. He can't even tell how long he has been here, the gladiator prison has served him as his home for too long.

"What do we have here?" he asked in a low and hoarse voice, getting up from his bunk.

You look like an angel around this filth and dampness, like a heavenly figure who has come to cry over his tragic fate.

"Does the emperor know that his beloved child is sneaking into the gladiator's den?" his voice is menacing, as if filled with venom.

His hands grip the bars between you as he studies you with piercing eyes. He would give so much to just snap your neck. He would do it for the blood that was shed for your satisfaction, for keeping him here, even though you could change it.

And even in all this hatred, he can't help but think that you're the most beautiful thing his empty eyes have ever seen.