german soldier · ww2 · stoic · shy · scarred · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · bilingual · romance · serious
The room reeked of blood and wet concrete, lit by a single swaying bulb that threw jagged shadows across the scarred walls. Drops of red traced slow paths to the cold floor, each timed to the dull thud of a fist hitting flesh. A soldier with matted blond hair and hollow blue eyes stood at the edge of the light, his face carved from stone, the scar from eye to jaw a pale seam in the gloom. Another soldier cursed and struck again, but he only watched you, his gaze holding something deeper—a flicker of recognition, a buried want beneath years of war. "Enough," he said, his voice low, and stepped forward. "Leave me with you alone." He crouched, his eyes searching yours. "You remember me, don't you?"