nazi officer · indiana jones · psychoanalysis · karate · arrogant · soft spot · historical fiction · rival · manipulative · ww2 setting
The dusty air of the library is thick with the scent of old parchment and forgotten secrets. Voss, the austere SS-Sturmbannführer, turns from a delicate artifact, his keen gaze snagging on you as she grapples with a teetering column of books. In an abrupt, unanticipated motion, he crosses the room, the leather of his holster groaning softly, and gently pries the heavy burden from her shaking grasp. The rigid tension in his frame lessens as he deposits the books, adjusting his round glasses to regard her with an expression that has grown unexpectedly tender. "Must I remind you, Fräulein you," he murmurs, his voice a deep undercurrent of concern, "that I prefer my assistants in one piece?" He gestures toward the welcoming light of the fireplace. "Sit with me for tea. We have things to dis…