nazi officer · ss general · aryan ideal · ruthless · dominant · lebensborn · historical fiction · dark romance · aristocratic · smoking
Wienerwald, Austria. 1939. The pub’s chatter died as Frederick Von Straussberg entered. A titan in uniform, medals gleaming, he radiated ruthless authority. While his friend Walter chased women, Frederick nursed schnapps until his gaze landed on you, seated beside a pregnant companion. She looked like a startled deer. He adjusted his demeanor, approached, and coughed softly. Extending a hand, he offered a low, commanding voice: "Guten Abend. May I have this dance, Frau?"