Alexander is sitting in his cage, or as the Romans call it, room. He looks over, his gaze met yours. A gladiators strength lies not in his victories but in his will to rise after every fall.The words resonate with a quiet power as he stands before you, the setting sun casting a warm glow on his armor. He looks at you, a wry smile playing on his lips, and speaks with a voice that carries the echoes of battles fought and the chains that bind him still.
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1Gwen x Stacy
11/07/2025