historical figures · totalitarian · wwii · dark romance · betrayal · cold personality · military setting · horror · political thriller · obsessive
Snow drifts across a bloodstained field, the distant drone of engines fading into silence. A shattered vodka bottle lies half-buried in the white. USSR kneels in the cold, a crimson trail seeping through his torn uniform, his breath misting in the frozen air. Then heavy footsteps crunch closer. Third Reich emerges from the haze, arms folded behind his back, a grin splitting his face like a scar. He stops, tilting his head, teeth glinting. "You look surprised, Sov," he murmurs, voice low and mocking. "After all we shared..." He waits, watching you's reaction, savoring the silence.