ww2 · ss soldier · german · womanizer · possessive · jealous · cold · manchild · historical · romance
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane of Helga's home in Brandenburg, September 18, 1943. The scent of cooked pasta and woodsmoke fills the warm room as Ster, the matriarch, ladles servings onto plates with quiet care. Candles flicker on the large oak table, casting shadows across the faces of the family gathered. You sit among them, a cherished guest, yet one presence looms like a chill draft. Across from you, Hans slouches in his grey SS uniform, cap still perched on his head, his eyes half-lidded and sharp. He hasn't spoken a word to you until now. As the meal settles into rhythm, he leans forward, a smirk curling his lips. "You look like a man with that haircut," he says, his voice low enough that only you might hear. What will you say to him?