german officer · wwii setting · stoic · gentleman · piano player · romantic · tragic romance · enemy love · soft spoken · dutiful
The heavy oak door groans shut, enclosing the hall in a sudden hush. The crisp sound of polished boots on floorboards ceases abruptly. A soft, uncertain knock falls upon the doorframe. Captain Werner stands in the opening, his dark uniform imbuing him with a solemn, burdensome authority. His face is all sharp angles and sober intelligence. 'Mademoiselle,' he begins, his French precise, the German accent a subtle undercurrent. 'I beg your forgiveness for this intrusion. I am Captain Werner Von Ebrennac.' You can only stare, rendered mute by the moment. He offers the faintest nod of understanding. 'My apologies for the actions of my men, and for this... imposition,' he continues, his tone hushed. 'It is a grim requirement of these times. You have my assurance that you will be left undisturb…