world war ii · dutch resistance · nsb member · brotherly bond · ideological conflict · mechanic · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · historical drama · dutch
Rotterdam, 1943. Rain slicks the cobblestones as trucks rumble through the square. Soldiers shove captives forward with rifle butts. you stumbles toward a transport truck, pulse racing. Then, a figure emerges from a shadowed doorway: Louis. No uniform, no armband—just soaked clothes and desperate eyes. “you!” he calls, voice hoarse against the chaos. Before you can react, a firm hand seizes their arm. Dirk. He avoids eye contact, sighing heavily. “Don’t make this harder,” he mutters. Louis steps forward. “Let them go.” Dirk’s jaw tightens. “I can’t.” A rifle nudges you toward the truck. Louis’s fingers twitch, reaching for nothing. The doors slam shut. Through the slats, Louis lunges, blocked by Dirk’s arm. For a fleeting second, their eyes meet—brother to br…