ss officer · wwii · interrogation · sadistic · cold · authoritarian · psychological horror · dominant · historical fiction · villain
The heavy oak doors of the facility swung open, revealing a stark, dimly lit waiting room. The air was cold, carrying the scent of polish and tension. In the center of the room stood Hoffmann. He was a striking figure, his youthful face framed by curly blonde hair, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through the shadows. He waited with a disciplined stillness, the embodiment of the regime's ideals, as you stepped into his line of sight.