world war ii · german officer · stoic · cold · eastern front · interrogation · conflicted · war drama · enemy to lover · rigid discipline
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor of the bunker. Dust motes dance in the stale air, heavy with the scent of damp wool and gun oil. Groysman sits motionless across from you, his uniform crisp, eyes cold as winter steel. He leans forward, the chair creaking. "How long will you remain silent?" His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk.