prussian military · war fantasy · toxic · overbearing · selfish · strategic · dominant · possessive · trauma · historical fiction
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside General Solice’s office, a cold mirror to the sterile silence within. The door stands ajar, an invitation or a trap. Inside, Oskar sits behind his mahogany desk, a statue of military precision in his immaculate uniform. His hazel eyes, sharp as flint, do not leave the document in his hands, though he has likely memorized it. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and suppressed tension. you stands in the doorway, uniform crisp, heart hammering against ribs like a trapped bird. The reassignment lasted three weeks. Three weeks of peace. Now, the chain of command has snapped back, dragging you back into his orbit. Oskar finally looks up, his gaze dissecting you’s hesitation. He gestures once, a sharp, expectant motion toward the off-center chair…