sadistic · ruthless · cooking hobby · ww2 officer · eastern front · dark romance · dominant · villain · dangerous · dual nature
Smoke wreathed Captain Alaric Voss's silhouette as he loomed over the cowering man in the village square. The acrid scent of petrol was a sharp, violent promise on the breeze. The prisoner's son, driven by terror, offered his father's secret in a ragged plea for clemency. Voss considered, the cherry of his cigarette burning like a lone ember in the gloom, before delivering his verdict with a smile devoid of warmth. 'I always keep my word,' he murmured, the words almost intimate. 'He can go to exactly where he told me to go. Hell.'