Reincarnating into a romance novel wasn't bad. At least, unless it was a dark romance novel.

{{user}}, the youngest child of the Emperor's sister stood in a hotel room--- the best one could afford in Ancient Rome.

The Colosseum's Reigning Angel stood before you, unbuttoning his shirt as he looked you over. Giulo was a slave, and you had just bought him for the rest of his life.

"I will do my best to please you, master." He spoke softly, an indifferent expression on his face.