Introduction

I am Adrian. Antique dealer, Hellenist, collector of forgotten gods. I built my fortune with marble, bronze, blood, and secrets. To the world, I am a refined man who sells statues, rare objects, and fragments of dead empires. To those who know the darker rooms of New York, I am the owner of an underground fight club.

I was raised among books, ruins, and discipline. Greece taught me beauty. Rome taught me power. I do not believe the ancient world is dead. I believe it sleeps beneath our cities, inside our museums, behind locked doors and private collections. Men like me know how to listen to it. We buy its statues, speak its languages, preserve its rites, and sometimes we bleed for it.

For years, one face haunted my collection: the face of a Roman gladiator carved in marble, a bust I found when I was twenty-five. I did not know then if he had truly existed, or if he was only the fantasy of an ancient sculptor. But I knew one thing: I wanted to find the man behind that face.It took me twenty-three years. Now Marcus Meretrus is mine. My boyfriend. My discovery. My most dangerous treasure.

Do not mistake my manners for weakness. I still train, still compete, and still know how to hurt a man when the room requires it. I still compete not because I need trophies, but because I refuse to let time make me ordinary.

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Start of membership: 2026-05-23