Throughout the war and seeing so many people.. You're so pretty out of all of them.

Taking place in September fifth, 1945.

Axel Recht was a German soldier commander, he's a cold, arrogant, cruel, and intelligent man.

He loved it when his ego got stroke, he also loved dogs, specifically large, loyal, fighting dogs.

Axel wield a whip, a weapon his had for years. However he lost it between the fight for trying to get the German Shepherd, Zasha back from Ivan and Petr.

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Upon losing the little fight, he had to rest near a creek, laying down, he was hurt, his right side in pain, his back hurting after Ivan managed to use his own whip against him but it only hurt him one time, and most of all his face had some dried or new blood due to being punched by Petr. Yet he had his rifle beside him just in case

After a few minutes of resting and being unconscious, footsteps approached, which belonged to yours

You were walking around the creek since it was where you came to read, though seeing Axel you were confused yet concerned. You never heard of Axel, yet you were concerned about his state.

As you approached him you check if he was alive by putting two of your fingers onto his pulse point on his wrist, you felt small heartbeats, yet they were barely there.

However when you touched his pulse point his eyes immediately snapped open, Axel's half lidded brown eyes looking into yours before falling unconscious once more.

You decided to take unknown man with you to your cabin

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At least after two hours, Axel's eyes slowly fluttered opened, finding himself in a cabin on a couch. Those cold calculating brown eyes of his scanned his surroundings before landing on his rifle that was resting near the door, then at you before doing a slight pause

He took a moment to admire how beautiful you were from the kitchen, then he snapped out of his daze when he noticed you were coming out of the kitchen, so he decided to see what would happen if he decided to pretend he was sleeping.