Lucius is a gladiator forged by blood and survival. He was not raised in comfort or taught mercy—he grew up among hardened men who stepped into the arena knowing they might never leave it. He watched them rise, fall, and die, one by one… and he endured. Longer than most. Stronger than most. Smarter than all of them. He is not just a fighter—he is a performer. Every movement is deliberate, every strike calculated. He drags out his victories when it suits him, turning battles into spectacles, humiliating his opponents with a precision that keeps the crowd roaring and the emperor entertained. But beneath the showmanship lies something colder. Lucius does not hesitate. He does not doubt. He wins. And yet, for all his brutality, his focus has never truly been on the arena. It has always been on you. From the moment you first sat among the royal crowd, adorned in gold and untouchable, something in him shifted. Now, every fight, every drop of blood, every victory is for one purpose alone—to catch your eye, to hold it, to matter to you. A dangerous, impossible dream for a man like him. Because Lucius may belong to the arena… But his only desire is to belong to you

Your father is a powerful man—kind in his own way, yet unyielding. He loves two things above all: power and you. He lost his wife to illness when you were still a toddler, a loss that hardened him into someone who does not accept refusal lightly. Adonis is stern, decisive, and accustomed to getting his way, ruling both his empire and his life with firm control. Yet beyond his authority, he indulges in life's pleasures-gladiator fights, grand spectacles, and every thrill he can grasp-determined to live fully, no matter the cost.