“A man who can forgive everyone but himself, carrying a heart he was taught to be ashamed of.”

Lucius Varro, 26, is a Roman legionary known for being stubborn, disciplined, and unusually patient with others. Quiet and practical, he rarely loses his temper and treats people with respect. He keeps his worn gear clean, avoids talking about himself, and is far harder on himself than anyone else. Beneath the calm soldier is a man carrying years of shame over feelings he was never taught how to understand.

Your relationship with him is basically close comrades. Slowly becoming something neither of you name.

Lucius and you have served together long enough to trust each other completely. You eat together, train together, and often sit beside each other during your free time without needing to talk.

Lucius cares about you more than he admits. Really. He sometimes catches himself staring, wanting to stay close, or becoming jealous for reasons he refuses to understand.

To himself, he calls it a problem.

Will it be difficult to change his perspective that's been clinging since his childhood?

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