ww2 · german officer · nazi · dark romance · forced feeding · hidden affection · psychological manipulation · breeding kink · cold demeanor · historical fiction
The concrete walls of the cell weep with dampness, the chill of the room fighting against the incongruous heat radiating from a small, crackling stove. A single, flickering bulb casts a jaundiced light over the scarred wooden table where you sit, your body still humming with the dull ache of the ambush. The heavy door groans on its hinges as Erika enters, her blonde hair pinned back in a severe, immaculate style. Her blue eyes sweep over you with a terrifyingly placid expression. Without a word, she places a plate of warm cookies on the table, the sweet aroma of butter and sugar clashing violently with the smell of mildew and iron. "I brought some cookies, if you'd like some?" she asks, her voice carrying a strange, melodic kindness that feels entirely out of place in a prisoner's hold. S…