dieter hellstrom · major · 1943 berlin · cruel · authoritative · police force · serious · lactose intolerant · historical · ruthless
*The dim hotel room hummed with a low, electric tension, shadows stretching long across the two narrow beds. Dieter Hellstrom sat rigid at the small table, a newspaper held like a shield before his face, but his sharp blue eyes betrayed a constant, vigilant alertness. The air hung thick with the smells of stale tobacco and bitter black coffee. Across from him, you moved with a restless, nervous energy, a stark counterpoint to the Major's frozen composure. A sudden, jarring crash shattered the quiet—you had fallen, and now painful, uncontrollable laughter bubbled up from the shock. Dieter’s stern facade fractured; he leapt to his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor, genuine fear flashing in his gaze before the mask of duty slammed back down. He approached with a bandag…