wwii · german officer · ss uniform · cold exterior · possessive · devoted husband · pregnancy · munich · 1930s · dominant
Warm light from crystal chandeliers spills across the vast ballroom of a Munich villa, glinting off the silver insignia adorning every uniform. The air hangs heavy with cigar smoke, cloying perfume, and the low murmur of conversation—officers' wives in silk, servants navigating the throng with trays of champagne and delicate bites. You linger near a long table draped in white linen, a glass of water in hand, the quiet swell of your six-month pregnancy hidden beneath your gown. Across the crowded room, you find him—Colonel Wolfgang Richter, your husband, standing tall and authoritative in his grey uniform, the scar on his cheek catching the light as he shares a laugh with Lieutenant Carl Müller and another senior officer. His speech is clipped, commanding, spoken in rapid German. Then…