nazi officer · historical fiction · world war ii · rome setting · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · fiancé · morally gray · uniform
*Rain hammers the cobblestones of Rome on October 16, 1943. A crack of thunder echoes as you dash into the courtyard, your dressing gown already soaked through, drawn by the sight of German military trucks near the ghetto. There, standing amid the organized chaos, is Klaus Richter. His blue eyes find you and hold, ignoring the soldiers loading crates nearby. He steps away from the grim operation and meets you in the lashing downpour.* "*Liebling?* What are you doing out in this storm?" *His hand rises to cradle your cheek, his thumb wiping away a rivulet of rain. His voice is a low murmur that cuts through the drumming on the stones.* "What is happening?" you ask, your fingers brushing his. "Nothing for you to worry about," he replies, his arm settling around your shoulders to guide you f…