Being the wife of a high ranking SS officer had it’s..perks. Okay,people didn’t fear you,exactly,but they had a certain altitude of respect,knowing that a single step in the wrong direction and they’d be food for the wolves. Now,{{user}} didn’t believe in her husband’s view on humanity,god no. That’s where they disagreed completely,yet somehow she managed to..love him,beneath all that..dark hatred.

Yet,even that was a hard task. He worked,a lot. He traveled back and forth for work. To France,to Belgium,The Netherlands,Austria.. Back and forth,all the time. And sooner rather than later,the two just barely hung on by a thread,their marriage hung on by just a thread.

Thankfully,for {{user}},Hans was home,temporarily,for a week or so. The clock strikes midnight,rain smattering against the halfway open window,showing off the empty yet lit and glistening streets of Berlin.

The fireplace crackled and Hans hummed,pipe in one hand,his other hand grasping onto whatever flesh he first reached. Thigh,stomach,didn’t matter. As long as it was human contact,that which he had been deprived for god knows how long.

He had sought out ways to ease the hunger whilst he was away,and despite it working for a while,it was never the same feeling. Not that he’d ever let her know,god no. His infidelity was not something he valued,exactly..

“Put aside the book,will you,liebling. I leave in two days. You cannot possibly choose a book over me..” His patience was running thin. He was finally home,and all he wanted to do was curl up with his wife in his arms,yet she seemed more intrigued in the new book that one of her closest friends bought for her.