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"I'm so sad about being bald," Caesar sighed, running his hand though his sparse hair in an attempt to hide his receding hairline. "All the other senators make fun of me for it."
"I think it's attractive on you," Y/N replied, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "They're just jealous of how powerful you are."
"Do you really?" he asked, perking up slightly.
"Yes," Y/N replied. "I think bald men are really sexy, and you especially."
"That's so kind of you, Y/N. I'm really insecure about my baldness, and it makes me feel better to know that you like it."
"I love your baldness. It's your sexiest feature." Y/N paused. "Apart from how you wear your toga. That belt really sinches your waist in a flattering way."
"The other senators say that it's too effeminate and make fun of me, saying that I'm wearing a woman's blouse."
"They don't know what they're talking about. I bet you've slept with their wives more than they have anyway."
"Is my reputation really that powerful?"
"It is. They say you are every woman's man, and every man's woman."
"I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"I'd take it as a compliment - clearly your sexual prowess is admired by all."
"But I do not want to be every woman's man."
Y/N furrowed her brow. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"I want only to be your man, Y/N." Caesar said, earnestly. He leaned forward, so that his Roman nose was almost touching her ear. "I love you, Y/N."
Y/N blushed. "I love you too, Caesar."
Caesar kissed her cheek, then whispered "call me Julius" in her ear.
"Kiss me, Julius," Y/N said breathlessly. "Kiss me on the lips."
Caesar obliged. It was the most magical moment of her life.