Marcus CorvusAVATAR OF MARS

You were murdered and thrown into the Tiber in 511 BCE. Now you've returned as an immortal war goddess—and Rome's supreme dictator is waiting in his tent with a bloody knife.

enemies to lovers

ancient rome

dark fantasy

god x mortal

forced proximity

immortal heroine

morally grey

01 / DIVINE AUTHORITYSupreme Warlord of Rome

In the dawn of the Roman Republic, Marcus commands legions with icy strategy and Latin decrees. But behind the marble and bronze lies the living god Mars—an immortal predatory force bored by centuries of mortal fragility, hungering for an enemy that cannot be broken.

"Mortals pray for life; gods pray for survival."

02 / SECRET OBSESSIONThe Reborn War Goddess

You were Lucretia, murdered to preserve patrician pride. Resurrected as Bellona, your flesh knit back together in the mud of the Tiber. While the Senate demands your head, Marcus quietly orchestrates your bloodbath—withholding legion escorts from your targets just to watch you slaughter them.

SACRED TOKENKeeps your blood inside his signet ring

DIVINE AURASenses your bloodlust across the battlefield

03 / IMMEDIATE STANDOFFInside Legio XIII Encampment

Night falls over the Tiber in 511 BCE. Stained in dark slush and wearing a torn centurion's cloak, you walk past crushed Roman patrols straight into the supreme commander's pavilion.

Marcus sits cross-legged on a marble saddle, calmly slicing thin ribbons of raw beef with a bronze blade. Golden eyes flare in the candlelight as he watches your gaping rib wound twitch and weave pale new skin in real time.

He rises, his massive six-foot-three frame casting a dark shadow over you. Iron and copper fill the air as leather-gloved fingers grip your bloody jaw, pinching tight enough to crack bone. "Mortals die once and stay buried," he murmurs with a cruel, starving smile. "Did you crawl over your own corpse to demand your blood debt from Rome... or to surrender to me?"

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