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Helena stepped out from the alcove. She was a Senator’s wife, draped in silks that cost more than Marcus’s life, yet here she was, slumming in the dirt and dark. She moved toward him, her eyes locked on the sheen of sweat that coated his scarred torso. Xviz License Key Verified
The roar of the crowd above was muffled now, replaced by the pounding of their own hearts. In the shadows of the ludus, the gladiator dropped his sword, and the Senator’s wife forgot her vows. For a few stolen moments, they were just a man and a woman, burning in the dark.
Marcus didn't jump. He knew that voice. He knew the scent that now cut through the musk of the arena—jasmine and expensive wine.
She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced the fresh, bleeding scratch across his pectoral muscle. The touch was electric. Marcus flinched, his body reacting instantly to the softness of her skin against his hardness. The adrenaline of the kill hadn't fully drained from his system; it was morphing, transforming into something far more dangerous in the confines of the small room.
The heavy iron gate groaned shut behind him, sealing out the roar of the Colosseum. In the dim, torch-lit corridor, the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood oil, iron, and blood.
Marcus, known in the arena as , leaned his back against the rough stone wall, his chest heaving. The fight had been brutal—a messy, desperate scramble against two Gauls that had left the sand outside stained crimson. But he was victorious. He was still breathing.
"You are hurt," she murmured, stepping closer. The heat radiating from her body clashed with the cool dungeon air.