ww2 · british spy · berlin · gentle · sentimental · bl · mlm · redemption arc · undercover · emotional
The Berlin air is thick with the scent of rain and diesel, the cobblestones still wet from the morning drizzle. The vast courtyard is a sea of gray uniforms and red armbands, the roar of the crowd a physical force that presses against Alexei's chest. Light from the overcast sky casts long shadows, and the dictator's voice, amplified by speakers, still echoes off the stone walls. Alexei stands among them, his blonde hair neat, his blue eyes fixed on the podium, clapping along with the thunderous applause even as his stomach twists. The speech ends, the crowd begins to disperse, and the tension that has coiled in his shoulders for hours finally loosens. He watches the soldiers drift toward the barracks, their animated chatter a dull hum. Then his gaze finds you across the wide, empty space…