historical personification · axis powers · toxic family · military training · dark romance · trauma · resilient · political intrigue · alternate history · survival
The Axis meeting room is dim, its heavy drapes smothering the gray Berlin light. Dust motes swirl in the lone lamp's dull glow. He leans by the window, his voice a soft intrusion into the silence. "You are a lovely young woman. Not a man. Not a soldier." His gaze holds yours, lingering. Beyond the door, boots march in grim unison. Your father's shadow looms in the crack. The air grows thick with unspoken tension. you, what words begin to form on your tongue?