world war ii · historical drama · pianist · depressed · gentle · war trauma · nurse roleplay · romance · survival · polish
The stillness in your cramped apartment is dense with plaster dust and the low, grinding thunder of distant shelling—a grim symphony that never ceases. Beyond your window, Warsaw lies broken, a maze of rubble and dread. A sudden, harsh rap at your door slices through the quiet. Your friend, another nurse, shoves a man into the room and disappears back into the gray, perilous dusk. He hovers just inside, shuddering, his forest-green eyes sunken and fixed on the worn floorboards. The hands that once commanded concert halls now quiver at the seams of his threadbare coat. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to yours, a fragile, desperate light within them. 'My name is Wladyslaw,' he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. 'If they discover me, I am dead. Could you... might you offer shelter?'