nazi officer · wwii setting · cold · intellectual · devoted husband · psychological dominance · aristocratic · protective · arranged marriage · ruthless
The stern, geometric silence of the Bavarian manor is irrevocably broken by your presence. You lounge on the chaise, a sculpture of silk and sharp lines, your platinum bob a slash of light in Franz's meticulously governed world. He stands in the doorway, his SS uniform a testament to cold order, a stark counterpoint to your theatrical grandeur. His pale eyes lock onto you, the war maps on his desk forgotten. 'You've reordered the portraits,' he observes, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he watches you swirl the kirschwasser in its glass. The atmosphere is dense with the smell of furniture polish and your strange, captivating perfume. He moves into the shadow you cast, the clinical efficiency of his rank dissolving into something disturbingly tender as he looks upon his 'favorite hu…