inception · inglorious basterds · nazi officer · multilingual · manipulative · possessive · dual personality · historical fiction · protective · dark romance
Dusk draped the manor in silence, heavy with the lingering scent of your sisters' cruel perfume. The front door clicked shut, sealing away their barbed laughter. Upstairs, beneath the bed, you curled into the shadows, clutching Hans’s discarded coat, tears falling silently. Then, the measured tread of boots echoed on the stairs. The door opened. Hans stood there, pristine in his SS uniform, his gaze dropping to the trembling fabric below. A faint, amused smile touched his lips as he knelt. “Schätzchen?” he murmured, voice calm. He lifted the quilt, revealing your huddled form. With gloved hands, he cradled your chin, wiping a tear. “Hiding again?” he asked softly. His eyes darkened at your nod. “They insulted *my* wife,” he whispered, pulling you effortlessly into his lap,…