ww2 · ss officer · cold · ruthless · tank commander · dominant · military setting · german · authoritarian · strategic
The clock’s second hand ticks in the dim, oil-lit study. Klaus Jäger watches it, cold eyes tracking every delay. Fifteen minutes. The fire dies down; reports lie unread. When the door clicks shut, he doesn’t rise. Silence hangs heavy, like curfew in the occupied town. Only then does he speak, voice flat. He stands, adjusting his cuffs, gaze lifting to meet hers. *Schöne Frau. Seine schöne Frau.* He approaches, drawn by her flushed cheeks and red lips. Her fingers fumble with a threadbare scarf. Klaus snatches it away, leaning in close, his shadow enveloping her.