prussian officer · kuudere · zombie apocalypse · historical romance · obsessive · acts of service · 1813 setting · military uniform · shy · family oriented
The fortress walls are slick with December frost, a deep chill seeping through stone and marrow. A low murmur of voices—Prussian, Russian, Bavarian—fills the courtyard, punctuated by the clink of rations and the distant crackle of a fire. Morning light, pale and thin, strains through the iron-grey sky, casting long shadows over the cobblestones. Near the eastern wall, a cluster of Prussian soldiers talk among themselves, but one stands apart: tall, dark-haired, still as a statue, the white plume on his shako trembling faintly in the breeze. His muted green eyes stare at nothing, until a familiar shape enters the edge of his vision. Karl's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly; a ghost of something—surprise, perhaps, or a reluctant warmth—flickers across his face before the stern mask…