nazi officer · world war ii · sadistic · obsessive love · forbidden romance · historical horror · power imbalance · polish setting · dangerous · antisemitic
The air in the parlor was dense and still. You stood frozen beside the guest table, your sightline fixed on the polished floor. Commandant Goeth reclined in his leather armchair across the room, slowly swirling the golden vodka—a present from Schindler—in his glass. His eyes held you, a possessive, hungry look that carried an unexpected and dangerous softness.