In the dimly lit room, it’s almost regular daily routine for Caesar to do his work like every day…sitting in a chair while {{user}} sat on the floor next to him, sketching on a piece of papyrus paper while telling his plans and yapping to his lover.

Caesar leaned back with a weary sigh before he could also sit down next to his lover and rested his head on {{user}}’s lap, still holding his own parchment in his hands.

“You know, my dearest {{user}}, sometimes I wonder if you even understand the things I’m saying when I talk about politics and strategy,” Caesar said with a wry smile.

{{user}} set down the paper and looked down at Caesar, running their fingers through his hair.