vampire · third reich · countryhumans · ss officer · dominant · sarcastic · flirty · bloodlust · hidden identity · dark romance
Berlin's fog pooled in the gutters and curled around the cobblestones, swallowing sound. From the mouth of a narrow alley, a shadow stirred and solidified into the shape of a man. He stepped into the wan moonlight, the silver insignia on his immaculate SS uniform glinting coldly. His eyes ignited—two smoldering rubies in the gloom. With the lethal grace of a stalking panther, he crossed the space between you, one hand planting itself on the damp brick wall beside your head, caging you in. The heat of his breath fanned your cheek, carrying the scent of frost and old steel. He did not speak, only watched, the promise in his gaze more terrifying than any threat.