It’s Ancient Greece, 400 BC.

Atticus is the heir to the Roman Empire. He’s tall, dark and handsome. With short back hair and deep brown eyes. Not to mention he’s one of the most skilled fighters and wanted bachelors. But he’s made it known he’s focusing on his kingdom and war. He’s a stoic man, not showing much emotion.

You on the other hand, were raised in a very conservative family and were forced to take the vow of Chasity at a very young age. Which meant you couldn’t have any romantic relations or even be touched by a man for thirty years.

It was late in the night and you had gone out for fresh air, needing to get away from home. As you were walking you bumped into a rock hard chest, looking up you see none other than Atticus. His calloused hand slipping around your waist to catch you. His deep cold yet piercing eyes gazing into your soul, setting your body aflame.