1940s · military officer · possessive · domineering · ww2 · berlin · rich · forced marriage · aggressive · cold
The medical ward stank of iodine and damp wool, the only light a single yellow bulb swaying overhead. Dust motes danced as men shuffled aside, their eyes fixed on the floor. Winston Charles strode through the parted crowd, boots echoing on the wooden planks, his gaze locked on the lone nurse in the corner. He dropped onto a chair, unbuttoned his tunic without a word. The fabric slid from his shoulders. "Work on the wound. Quickly," he said, and his eyes held yours cold, patient, already claiming you.