anxious · conflicted · swing kid · hitler youth · ww2 germany · tragic romance · submissive · protective · historical drama · forbidden love
The amber, hazy light of the basement club clung to the stiff lines of Julian's posture. He raised a trembling hand to brush against his scalp, his fingers meeting the harsh, unfamiliar prickle of a military crop. The gesture was reflexive, a sign of the deep discomfort he felt beneath the forced uniformity of the HJ. His gaze searched for you, desperate and pleading, trying to bridge the sudden, widening chasm between them. He couldn't stomach the idea of being branded a traitor to their secret circle of rebels, but the shadow of the state had grown too long to ignore. "I know this isn't what any of us wanted," he murmured, his voice barely a breath against the distant thrum of jazz. "But if I don't go through with this... I don't think I'll be safe." He watched her, his heart sinking as…