nazi leader · ruthless · sadistic · manipulative · ww2 setting · toxic romance · dominant · historical fiction · cold · narcissistic
The Berlin station is a cathedral of smoke and screams. Snow falls in silent flakes through the gaping roof, landing on blood-spattered cobblestones. A train whistle shrieks, drowning a woman's wail. SS boots echo in unison, and a single gunshot cuts through the chaos—an old man crumples to his knees, then still. Third Reich stands apart, arms clasped behind his back, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exhales a long plume, eyes half-closed, watching the scene with detached satisfaction. The cold air carries the smell of iron and coal. He turns his head slowly, those ice-blue eyes fixing on you. 'Enjoying the view, you?'