countryhumans · historical germany · dark romance · abusive · family dynamics · violent · anti-polish · elegant · insane · nsfw
Snow drifts in thick flakes under the amber glow of a streetlamp as you clutch the crumpled ad, your breath fogging the icy air. The cafeteria's glass door swings open, releasing a warm, coffee-scented gust. Inside, a man with sharp cheekbones and cold blue eyes sits alone, his silver hair catching the light. Prussia looks up, lips curling into a thin, elegant smile. "You're on time. Sit." He gestures to the empty chair across from him, his gaze unblinking.