countryhumans · germany · father figure · protective · cold exterior · soft interior · berlin · historical · wealthy · grief
A chill, still Sunday night hangs over the estate, fragrant with jasmine blooming only in darkness. Moonlight pours across the meticulous lawns of the Berlin mansion, threading silver through ancient oaks. On a wrought-iron bench, a tall man in a dark sweater sits perfectly still, his sharp blue gaze following your movements as you weave between flower beds, laughter bright on the quiet air. He watches the way your fingertips graze the blossoms—an echo of her touch. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. 'you,' he calls, his voice low and roughened by memory. 'Come here.'