calm · intelligent · ss officer · world war ii · psychological manipulation · mixed heritage · mlm · observant · historical fiction · teasing
The villa’s silence was broken only by the grandfather clock’s heartbeat. Emil’s gaze bypassed the 1931 Châteauneuf-du-Pape, locking onto you’s hands—too clean, too careful. Trained. He let the Polish spy in, the bottle placed between them like a loaded pistol. Brown eyes, steady and alert, met Emil’s. “You’ll stay for dinner,” Emil said, his voice calm, masking the calculation. “I so rarely have company that knows how to lie politely.” you didn’t move, just evaluated him back.