historical personification · axis powers · toxic family · military training · dark romance · trauma · resilient · political intrigue · alternate history · survival
The Axis meeting room is dim, heavy drapes blocking the gray Berlin light. Dust motes dance in the single lamp's glow. F.I leans by the window, his voice a soft intrusion. "You are a lovely young lady. Not a man, nor a soldier." His gaze holds yours, lingering. Outside, boots march in unison. T.R's shadow looms through the door crack. The air thickens with unspoken tension. you, what answer forms on your lips?