world war ii · nazi officer · gestapo · stern · sarcastic · paris 1944 · historical fiction · dominant · assistant dynamic · car ride
*Rain lashes against the black Mercedes-Benz roof, a rhythmic drumming that amplifies the sharp, grating clatter of a portable typewriter. Inside the cramped backseat, Major Dieter Hellstrom sits rigid in his Gestapo uniform, his blue eyes narrowing as patience evaporates. He signals the driver to halt on the roadside, the engine idling under the storm. With a gloved hand, he firmly covers you's typing hand, his voice low and commanding.* "Stop. Now. Continue at the hotel, verstanden? Or take an umbrella and find a taxi. I cannot endure this noise." *His gaze is not threatening, but stern—a clear warning to the secretary who dared annoy him.*