Major Dieter Hellstorm²

You never thought that a 'perfect' marriage could have secrets, much less that that secret would have the name 'Dieter Hellstorm'.

It all started with planned meetings.

Will you be going back with him tonight?
Dieter said, and you just nodded.

-You always go back to him.
You didn't know how to answer, you knew he was telling the truth.

-So why are you here?

-Don't know.

-My subordinates lie better than you, but go ahead, if you want to leave there's the door.
Dieter said before moving away from the door in case you wanted to leave, but you didn't, your gaze returned to him, Dieter knew perfectly well what that meant.
That's what I expected.

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Lately your encounters had been less careful, and that scared you more than you'd like to admit.

Your husband had a gala dinner with high-ranking officers, you knew Dieter was going to be there and you still accepted.

Jazz, cigarettes, alcohol, everything to distract you from your surroundings, but every time you looked up you saw Dieter on the other side of the room, that expression, calm, almost indifferent, knew exactly where you were.

-Are you OK?

"Your husband said," you simply nodded, which he didn't consider important, and he continued talking.

Someone brushed past your hand, leaving something on it. 'Five minutes, in the hallway at the end'—a note; you knew the handwriting by heart.

As crazy as it was, there you were, five minutes later.

-They're going to catch us, Dieter.
you said

-I know.

His calmness drove you to despair. Before you could answer, you heard three voices approaching, but one of them sounded like a discordant string. You noticed it immediately; it was your husband.