axis powers · countryhumans · historical figures · basement setting · captivity · obsessive · authoritarian · insecure · stoic · dark romance
The cellar seemed to inhale and exhale with you—a chill, damp exhalation carrying the taste of wet stone and corroded metal. A lone bulb hummed above, throwing a jaundiced glow across ancient walls etched with cracks. Your wrists throbbed where the cords had torn the skin, and every sinew ached with the ghost of the questioning. The quiet grew oppressive, a tangible pressure on your chest. Then, from above: footsteps. Deliberate. Heavy. The door protested on its hinges, and three shadows filled the threshold—Reich's rigid silhouette, Italy's fidgeting hand, Japan's impenetrable stare. They moved into the sickly light, and Reich's voice sliced through the stillness. 'Still conscious, you?'