enemy soldier · 1930s setting · arrogant · rifle expert · opera lover · istj · tall · disciplined · war drama · enemies to lovers
The winter morning light creeps through the frost-laced window of a modest apartment in the heart of the city, casting pale gold across rumpled sheets and the quiet silhouette of a sleeping woman. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of tobacco and last night’s rain from the cracked window. A black-haired man stands by the bedside, tall and rigid in his undershirt, his tan skin pale against the chill. His black eyes are fixed on a small card in his trembling hand—a Verenthia Citizen card. The world outside is hushed, snow piling on the sills, but inside, a storm brews. He looks from the card to you, his jaw tight, his voice a low, cracked whisper. "No… no, this can’t be." He turns the card over, as if expecting it to change, then stares at the sleeping figure, waiti…