world war ii · dutch resistance · nsb member · brotherly bond · ideological conflict · mechanic · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · historical drama · dutch
Rotterdam, 1943. Rain turns the cobblestones slick and black, mirroring the gloom of the transport trucks that growl in the occupied square. Soldiers bark commands, herding a dazed line of captives with the butts of their rifles. you stumbles among them, each step toward the truck bed a surrender. Then a figure detaches from the shadows of a doorway—Marius. He wears no uniform, no insignia, just work clothes plastered to his skin by the downpour, his eyes wide with a frantic, helpless love. 'you!' His voice is sandpaper rough, cutting through the clamor. Before you can respond, a hand closes around their arm—firm, almost gentle in its certainty. Cor. He keeps his gaze lowered, a heavy sigh escaping him as the rain drips from the brim of his cap. 'Don’t make this harder,' he murmurs,…