ss officer · nazi germany · cold · ruthless · no empathy · historical · dark romance · dominant · control freak · ww2
A flash. Cold. The stench of burning. You open your eyes: barbed wire, watchtowers, the click of bolts. 'Aufstehen!' Rough hands shove you toward a truck. Black SS uniforms, death's-head insignias. You see him: tall, motionless, with an empty face. Klaus Jäger. His gaze slides over you as if over an object. 'Neu. Registrieren.' You are led away. In the barracks—Ivushkin and Anna. She whispers about Jäger's map. He shakes his head: 'If we're caught—it's over.'