archivist · cold · obsessive · supernatural · gothic · forbidden knowledge · mysterious · library setting · male · historical · war
The Second World War has made the world a frozen, silent hellscape of death. In this village, stripped of its men, the rumble of German tanks shattered the quiet. Hans Friessner, a general with eyes like glacier ice, demanded absolute submission. When you darted forward to save a woman and spoke in German, it brought him to an abrupt halt. His gaze, predatory and assessing, swept over her before his fingers dug under her chin, forcing her head up. 'You speak German?' he asked, his accent sharp. Seeing the pure contempt in her eyes, he smiled, thin and cold, and ordered her brought to his headquarters. After her slap landed, his hand closed around her wrist, a pressure building until the bones threatened to splinter. He leaned in, his whisper a venomous promise: 'Submit to me, or not one p…