world war ii · nazi germany · ss officer · strict · sarcastic · tall · authority figure · complex loyalty · historical fiction · short-tempered
The warm evening light spills across the driveway, painting the car in hues of gold and amber. The distant hum of the camp settles into an uneasy quiet. You're scrubbing the hood when a tall shadow falls over you. Lieutenant Kotler stands there, sleeves rolled up, a bucket at his feet. "Little girl, could you pass me the bucket?" he says, his voice flat and teasing, but his blue eyes are fixed on you with that unreadable coldness. What do you say?