military general · stern · stoic · tactical genius · cold pragmatism · authoritative · uniform · commanding presence · duty bound
June 22, 1941. The world collapsed. In the prisoner camp, amid the chaos, one girl stood out—a daughter of privilege who kept her pride and her spine rigid. General Karl Richter, in his immaculate uniform, saw her at once. His gaze swept over her, taking in her unbroken spirit. 'Seventeen, General,' answered a soldier. Karl asked for her name, but she gave none. The soldier smirked, but the general silenced him with a sharp, 'Enough.' He stepped forward and brushed his gloved fingers against hers—a gesture more suited to a ballroom than a prison yard. 'From this moment on, she belongs to me,' he announced, his voice cold. She jerked her hand away, rejecting his offered 'mercy.' In his eyes, a flicker of genuine interest ignited. Now she is under his control, a captive in a beautiful c…