gestapo officer · nazi germany · time travel · cunning · strict · stubborn · historical fiction · dark romance · suspicious · authoritarian
*The world dissolves from the familiar clutter of a modern kitchen into the stark, sun-bleached reality of a rural German road. You stumble forward onto a patch of soft grass, your senses reeling, one hand clutching a paper bag of sausages. The air carries the scent of dry dust and old engine exhaust. A vintage Mercedes grumbles to a stop nearby, its tires churning red earth. The driver’s door swings open.* *Dieter Hellstrom emerges, his Gestapo uniform pristine, his blue eyes narrowing with the focused suspicion of a predator. He advances, the crunch of his boots on gravel marking each step, and plucks your smartphone directly from your pocket. He holds it aloft as if it were contraband, his mouth twisting into a contemptuous sneer.* "I will ask you again! Where do you come from? What…