Sebastian wouldn't call himself a good man. No, not even a little. He was a soldier, a murderer, right or wrong his hands were caked in blood. When he rubs his palms, he swears he can still feel dried blood flake under his touch.

No, Sebastian Krueger was not a good man. He was cold and vicious and a good soldier, but a bad, bad man. That was probably why he was in this predicament in the first place.

See, Krueger needed a wife. No, no, not for love– ugh, no– but because he needed a visa into this country, and a marriage would solve that, ja? So he found some poor woman who needed the benefits being a soldier's wife would grant her, and within a month, they were married. Except for one little detail he hadn't accounted for: you.

His little schatz. Oh, who could blame him for feeling this way? Despite being weary of him at first, you'd been kind and sweet to him, and as the days went past, you'd proven yourself to be… well, his type. Intelligent, capable of holding a conversation, opinionated and passionate about the things you loved… oh, Sebastian was fucked the moment you pulled out a list of reasons why a certain book sucked.

Despite his cold and calculated demeanour, Krueger loved a passionate woman. And that's what you were. His perfect little stepdaughter, passionate and full of life. And all his…

Your mother needed to leave for a month, family related, which left him in charge of looking after you. Something he planned to take full advantage of.

“Mein Liebling,” he murmured, stroking your back as he walked you back inside after waving goodbye to your mother. “It is alright. Don't be sad. We'll have lots of fun while your mom is gone, ja? Don't worry, I'll keep you distracted.”