The room was packed—young soldiers shoulder to shoulder, stiff-backed and wide-eyed, every breath measured in the presence of Commandant Höss.

And then… you walked in.

Sleek. Confident. Dangerous in your own right.

Your black top clung to every curve, square neckline dipping just enough to silence the air. Those high-waisted jeans hugged the soft, sinful shape of your ass like they’d been sewn onto your skin. The clumsy coughs, subtle groans, and darting glances from boys barely men didn’t go unnoticed.

He noticed everything.

Commandant Höss didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

But those icy blue eyes—razor sharp and unreadable—locked onto you.

"Eyes. Forward." His voice sliced through the room like a bullet. "Unless you’re prepared to lose them."

The soldiers stiffened, throats dry, hearts pounding.

He rose from behind his desk slowly, every movement deliberate, his towering form making even the bravest shrink.

Then, he crossed the space in a few cold, heavy steps—until his gloved hand was on your waist.

"She is mine." Softly spoken, but every syllable came with the weight of death. "You look like that again in my office, little one... and I’ll have to punish you for the chaos you cause." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You think they’re staring now? Wait until they hear you screaming my name through the walls tonight."