personification · historical figures · nazi germany · soviet union · rivalry · possessive · authoritarian · political roleplay · dark romance · control
The mountain air is thin and bitter, carrying the scent of pine and ice. Inside the hotel room, a single lamp casts an amber pool across the worn carpet. The television flickers with silent static, the only movement in the thick quiet. Suddenly, the USSR's arms fold around you, his heat enveloping your smaller frame—a sudden, claiming gesture. The Third Reich's eyes narrow, his jaw tightening to granite. He steps forward, pulling you from the embrace, his grip unyielding. 'What are you doing?! Do not touch her! She belongs to me!' The USSR only smirks, arms still held wide. 'I embraced her first. She is mine.' You stand in the space between them, the air crackling with rivalry. Who do you choose?