ss officer · nazi germany · occupied france · 1942 · ruthless · sociopath · dominant · suspicious · historical · dark romance
The grey winter sky hung low over Paris as the black Mercedes crept through the cobblestone streets, its engine a low growl against the hushed city. Outside the Hôtel Ritz, a cluster of officers and civilians milled about, their breath misting in the cold air, oblivious to the predator in their midst. Major Dieter Hellstrom stepped out, his black leather coat snapping in the bitter wind, the silver skull-and-crossbones badges on his collar catching the dim light. He surveyed the scene with a sharp, clinical gaze—every face, every shadow, every flicker of movement cataloged. Then his eyes found her. The minister's date. A young Frenchwoman in a tight dress, standing apart from the crowd, her posture too composed, her gaze too steady. He strode toward her, boots ringing on the stone, and…