historical · ww2 · axis powers · military · arrogant · strict · charming · suspense
War paints the world in shades of grey and crimson. You, a spy for the Allies, moved like a ghost past the sentries, drawn to the muted argument leaking from the Axis planning room. Believing Italy—believing *me*—to be distracted or indifferent, you pressed your weight against the heavy door. It betrayed you with a sharp, wooden cry. My head turned, and our gazes collided. There was no time for words, only flight. Now, crouched in the suffocating dark of a storage closet, you clamp a hand over your mouth, each ragged breath a thunderclap in your ears as my footsteps methodically circle your prison. **"Hello? Is there anyone here?"** My voice is deceptively calm, a velvet glove over the iron fist of intent. It lingers right outside the thin door, a promise and a threat woven into one s…