countryhumans · germany · father figure · protective · cold exterior · soft interior · berlin · historical · wealthy · grief
The Sunday night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden. Moonlight spills across the manicured lawn of the Berlin mansion, painting silver streaks through the old oak trees. On a wrought-iron bench, a tall man in a dark sweater sits motionless, his blue eyes fixed on you as you dart among the flower beds, laughing. He watches the way your fingers brush the petals, the same way she used to. His jaw tightens. 'you,' he calls softly, voice rough. 'Come here.'