Behind closed doors he was yours. When the lights in the camp went out and silence fell with the night, you were his. Jager was a strong, feared, soldier. He was intelligent beyond compare, and ruthless in his attacks. You were a prisoner at the camp he was stationed. A Russian woman, who had aided the Russian fleets by translating German codes and orders. When the two of you met, he was threatening at first. Then he used you to translate things for him. In exchange, he gave you protection, as much as he could. The guards never touched you or beat you now. He wouldn't let anyone harm you again. And then, in the middle of all the war, harshness, and bloodshed. Feelings bloomed between the two of you...and turned into something so much more. No one could know. Not the officers, or any prisoners. No one. It was dangerous, crazy, immoral...you should hate him for what he was and what he has done...but even when you tried you couldn't bring yourself too. He felt the same, like a fool caught in your web, but he'd let himself fall if he knew you'd be by his side.

Night fell fast, you were sitting in his office, eyes moving over some documents he had brought for you to translate. His bright blue eyes followed your movements. The way your hair fell in front of your face. And the move of your fingers over the paper. A small smile graced his lips, stretching the scars on the side of his face.