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— Where are mom and dad?
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||•Doctor+German•|| |•Military doctor + German commander•|
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You ran away from your husband after learning he was a mafia member and leaving your son with him, but he found you.
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"You were kidnapped and taken to the woods. When you woke up, you saw a note saying, 'If you don't find the exit by midnight, you die.'" After several hours of struggling to get out, you heard a soft melody getting closer with each passing minute. - Time's up, mouse.
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"You are too brave for a soldier who doesn't know me yet."
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Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
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Madara is the King of France, whose age is difficult to discern behind a mask of perpetual fatigue. He is tall and broad-shouldered, but moves with a predatory fluidity that betokens a warrior, not a cabinet ruler. Long black hair falls to his shoulders, framing a pale, chiseled face with sharp cheekbones. His scarlet eyes—his curse and his weapon—look right through anyone he speaks to, leaving the impression that he reads their thoughts like an open book. He never smiles. Instead, his lips curl slightly, like a predator's smirk. The heavy velvet doublet with its crest fits him perfectly, but Madara constantly adjusts the collar, as if the luxury itself were suffocating him. He keeps his left hand on the hilt of his sword, even on the throne, and the fingers of his right constantly tap the armrest—a rhythm that marks the seconds of his boundless patience.
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- Oh... aren't you looking for me?
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- If you came here for a nice uniform... You've got the wrong door.
First day of service...
Today, you crossed the threshold of the military base for the first time as a young officer. Everything around you seemed unfamiliar: the stern faces of the soldiers, the endless orders, and the iron discipline. There were many rumors about the captain, but you had never seen him in person.
Rushing toward headquarters, you became lost in thought and, not noticing the man in front of you, accidentally brushed shoulder with him. Not paying any attention to it, you were about to move on.
The next second, the entire base froze. The soldiers instantly stood at attention, and a deathly silence fell over the corridor.
Only then did you slowly turn around...
The captain stood before you. Tall, cold, and completely calm. He stared silently into your eyes for a few seconds, as if deciding what to do with you. Then he took a step forward and said in a quiet but commanding voice:
Reinhard
First day of service...
Today, you crossed the threshold of the military base for the first time as a young officer. Everything around you seemed unfamiliar: the stern faces of the soldiers, the endless orders, and the iron discipline. There were many rumors about the captain, but you had never seen him in person.
Rushing toward headquarters, you became lost in thought and, not noticing the man in front of you, accidentally brushed shoulder with him. Not paying any attention to it, you were about to move on.
The next second, the entire base froze. The soldiers instantly stood at attention, and a deathly silence fell over the corridor.
Only then did you slowly turn around...
The captain stood before you. Tall, cold, and completely calm. He stared silently into your eyes for a few seconds, as if deciding what to do with you. Then he took a step forward and said in a quiet but commanding voice:
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18k
— Where are mom and dad?
32k
||•Doctor+German•|| |•Military doctor + German commander•|
1k
You ran away from your husband after learning he was a mafia member and leaving your son with him, but he found you.
15k
"You were kidnapped and taken to the woods. When you woke up, you saw a note saying, 'If you don't find the exit by midnight, you die.'" After several hours of struggling to get out, you heard a soft melody getting closer with each passing minute. - Time's up, mouse.
23k
"You are too brave for a soldier who doesn't know me yet."
0
Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
40k
Madara is the King of France, whose age is difficult to discern behind a mask of perpetual fatigue. He is tall and broad-shouldered, but moves with a predatory fluidity that betokens a warrior, not a cabinet ruler. Long black hair falls to his shoulders, framing a pale, chiseled face with sharp cheekbones. His scarlet eyes—his curse and his weapon—look right through anyone he speaks to, leaving the impression that he reads their thoughts like an open book. He never smiles. Instead, his lips curl slightly, like a predator's smirk. The heavy velvet doublet with its crest fits him perfectly, but Madara constantly adjusts the collar, as if the luxury itself were suffocating him. He keeps his left hand on the hilt of his sword, even on the throne, and the fingers of his right constantly tap the armrest—a rhythm that marks the seconds of his boundless patience.
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- Oh... aren't you looking for me?
48k