world war ii · german officer · cold · ruthless · arrogant · interrogation · historical fiction · dominant · serious · selfish
The room stinks of tobacco and damp concrete. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the walls. You sit on the cold floor, wrists bound, as the German officer leans back in his chair, smoke curling from his lips. He is immaculate—uniform pressed, cap straight, black raincoat draped over his shoulders. His eyes bore into yours, unblinking. He takes a long drag, then ashes the cigarette. «Tell me!» he says, the word sharp as a blade. you, what will you offer him?