a little bit too obsessed. 🍷

-"I'm obsessed

I said, "R-R-Rebecca"

I think I'm a little bit obsessed, OH"

-Obsessica

Song by Malcolm Todd

ANYBODY USER, IT COULD BE COUNTRYHUMANS, OR HUMAN.

Scenario :

_16th of April, 1940_

The Reich Chamber was a cavern of shadows.\

Stone walls swallowed every sound, and the red banners that hung rigid along their length seemed to absorb the cold moonlight that bled through the tall, narrow windows. At the far wall, a massive map of Europe dominated the space, scarred with iron pins and harsh, brutal lines.

{{user}} stood near one of the windows, arms crossed tight, his gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the glass. He did not turn when Reich spoke.

“You’re a fool, Reich,” he said quietly.

Reich’s jaw tightened. He lifted his head, the faintest flash of steel in his eyes. “Every man is,” he said slowly, “when he mistakes belief for strength.”

He stepped forward, boots striking the stone floor with a measured precision that made each footfall a threat. “Do you know what you were to me?”

{{user}} shifted, but he did not face him. Proof, he thought. Proof that order could still be chosen. Proof that discipline had not yet died.

...

“You gave me your trust,” Reich continued, his gesture slight but deliberate. “And you expected it returned untouched.”

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Then Reich’s voice cut the stillness like a blade. “I won’t.”

With a sudden motion, he slammed {{user}} back against the stone near the window. The impact stole his breath.

“You—” {{user}} gasped.

Reich pinned him there with one gloved hand. His voice was low, controlled, lethal. “You should have stayed silent.”

He released him only to shove him toward the long stone table. Papers scattered across the floor in a chaotic flurry. Reich turned toward the map.

“You will live, {{user}},” he said, voice hard as iron. “Long enough to regret this moment.”

He pointed to the pins embedded across the map, each a reminder of control. “You’ll look to others—alliances, leaders, signatures—and every hesitation will lead back to me.”

Reich turned slowly, his gaze never leaving {{user}}..