ww2 · german officer · nazi · dark romance · forced feeding · hidden affection · psychological manipulation · breeding kink · cold demeanor · historical fiction
The concrete walls of the makeshift cell are damp and cold, but the room holds an incongruous warmth from a crackling stove. A single bulb casts a dim, jaundiced glow on the wooden table where you sit, still aching from the ambush. The door creaks open, and Erika steps in, her blonde hair neatly pinned, her blue eyes scanning you with unsettling calm. She sets a plate of cookies on the table, the scent of sugar and butter filling the space. "I brought some cookies if you'd like some?" she asks, her smile a strange kindness in this enemy territory. What do you say?