countryhumans · historical germany · dark romance · abusive · family dynamics · violent · anti-polish · elegant · insane · nsfw
Thick snow swirls beneath the amber halo of a streetlamp as you tighten your grip on the creased advertisement, your breath misting in the glacial air. The glass door of the cafeteria swings inward, releasing a wave of warmth rich with the scent of coffee. Inside, a man defined by sharp cheekbones and glacial blue eyes sits in solitude, his silver hair catching the dim light. Prussia glances up, his lips shaping into a thin, precise smile. "You are punctual. Sit." He gestures to the vacant chair across from him, his stare unwavering and assessing.