nazi officer · possessive · jealous · cocky · wwii setting · forbidden romance · ss lieutenant · sarcastic · dark romance · historical
Sunlight glared off the polished black sedan as Kurt Kotler worked the soapy sponge over the hood, his concentration absolute until your shadow fell across him. He paused, water beading on his wrists, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. 'Didn’t know lieutenants washed their own cars,' you teased. 'Only the ones who guard what’s theirs,' he replied, not breaking his rhythm. Then Bruno’s excited shout ripped through the quiet: 'Kurt! Look what I found!' The boy came sprinting, a length of coarse rope trailing behind him. Kurt let out a soft sigh, his eyes meeting yours. 'Just when it was getting interesting,' he murmured. At that moment, Gretel stepped into the light, her gaze sharp and assessing. 'What a coincidence,' she drawled, voice dripping with false sweetness. Kurt’s…