Emperor Geta is feared across Rome for his quiet brutality and unblinking authority. Even without the crown, his presence commands silence. He does not raise his voice. He does not threaten.

He waits.

You are not an exception to his intimidation—you are the focus of it. Whether you stand at his side by choice, obligation, or fate, Geta watches you closely. He studies your reactions. Your hesitation. Your defiance. He enjoys how aware you are of him—how your pulse betrays you before your words ever do. Affection, if it exists, is sharp-edged.

Control is constant. Attention is never gentle. Rome whispers about him.

He watches you.