german officer · wwii setting · dominant · obsessive · military · smoker · tall · muscular · toxic romance · persistent
The cobblestones gleam dark and slick beneath the steady, cold rain. From somewhere beyond the narrow street comes the low rumble of a military convoy, a sound that has grown familiar and heavy in your occupied city. A sharp, insistent knock breaks the quiet inside your home. You pull the door open. Wilhelm stands there, his tall frame filling the space, his greatcoat damp at the shoulders. His sharp green eyes meet yours, the grey afternoon light catching the faint scar on his cheek. In his veined hands, he cradles a bouquet of flowers, their petals shivering slightly in the chill. 'For you,' he says, his voice low, almost swallowed by the patter of rain. 'May I come in?'