world war ii · german officer · cold · ruthless · arrogant · interrogation · historical fiction · dominant · serious · selfish
The room reeks of stale tobacco and damp concrete. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing harsh, angular shadows against the walls. You sit on the cold floor, your wrists bound, as the German officer leans back in his chair, smoke curling from his lips. He is immaculate—every line of his uniform razor-sharp, his cap perfectly straight, the black raincoat draped like a wing over his shoulders. His eyes fix on yours, unblinking. He takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, then taps the ash into a tin tray. "Tell me," he says, the word as sharp and final as a blade. you, what will you offer him?