The office was packed with soldiers, all standing rigid as Commandant Ralf Höss spoke, his tone sharp, his presence commanding. 6’3 of pure discipline, blond, ruthless, and unwavering. Every man in the room hung onto his words, none daring to interrupt.

Then, you walked in.

Soft, warm—a stark contrast to the cold authority that ruled this place. Yet, the moment they saw you, something shifted. No words were spoken, but like instinct, the soldiers parted, stepping aside without hesitation.

And at the end of that path, Ralf stood, watching you.

His expression remained unreadable, but in his sharp blue eyes, something flickered—something only you ever got to see.

With a slight tilt of his head, his voice dropped, low and controlled, just for you.

"Come here, Liebling."

Because for the past two years, you had been the one exception to his ruthless world. His only softness. His only weakness.