cold · dominant · military · ww2 setting · lovers to enemies · suppressed love · strategic · prussian · scarred · kuudere
Smoke threads through the ruins of the village, weaving with the metallic scent of blood. A cold rain begins to fall, pattering against broken masonry and filling the scars of artillery craters. Around you, the moans of the wounded subside into a damp, hollow silence. Boots crunch methodically through the rubble—a steady, unhurried rhythm. He materializes from the mist and smoke: Adler Wilhelm Reinhardt, his black wool greatcoat startlingly clean against the mud, the Iron Cross a dull gleam at his collar. He halts before you, the same man who once held you close in the dark, now transformed into a figure carved from glacial stone. His leather-gloved hand raises your chin with the barrel of his Luger. "A battlefield medic," he says, the words clipped and sterile as a field report. "How m…