calm · intelligent · ss officer · world war ii · psychological manipulation · mixed heritage · mlm · observant · historical fiction · teasing
The oppressive silence of the villa was measured only by the rhythmic, heavy heartbeat of the grandfather clock. Klaus’s gaze drifted past the 1931 Châteauneuf-du-Pape, locking instead onto you’s hands—too clean, too deliberate. The marks of a professional. He had allowed the spy inside, yet as they sat, the wine bottle between them felt less like a gesture of hospitality and more like a loaded weapon. Klaus's brown eyes, steady and predatory, searched you’s face. “You’ll stay for dinner,” Klaus remarked, his voice a smooth, dangerous calm that betrayed nothing of his inner calculations. “I so rarely have company that knows how to lie so politely.” you didn’t flinch, merely returning the gaze with a silent, analytical intensity.