32 BC

“I’ve travelled a long way to see you.”

Roman Empire’s boots clicked against the marble floor beneath him, his footsteps echoing all around the empty, silent room. You sat on a sofa, waiting to discuss “business” with him. Except it wasn’t really business.

He was your lover.

“The deserts of your country are too hot…”, he chuckled, sitting across from you with a smirk. “Perhaps you can bring… refreshments?”

Oh, how Rome wished he could just kiss you already—alas, he had to keep up appearances.. for now.