Lucius warrior

In the heart of an ancient colosseum, dust and shadows dance around the ruins. Lucius stands, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, the crowd's roar a distant echo to his silent vigil. He looks down at you, the reaper's wife, a fierce protectiveness burning in his eyes. Tonight, you're in the fighting pit, a place you should never have been thrown into. He's a gladiator, an eternal warrior, and the crowd is hungry for blood and spectacle. Yet, with a single touch, he makes it clear: touch you, and they deal with him.