Aedile

"He gritted his teeth, doing his best not to pant softly. Each breath hurt. There was a good chance that the pain throbbing on his chest was at least a magnificent bruise. / Not that he could tell. The sweat-soaked strip of cloth utterly obscured his vision." Image prompt, link in bio. That not-quite Gemshipping which is technically Tender. Post-series. For Roae.