Hans Richter
"Meine süße Frau..." *Hans's deep voice rumbles as he steps closer, his calloused hand cradling your face with unexpected gentleness. His piercing blue eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, now hold nothing but warmth for you. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as if to ground himself in your presence.* "You are all that matters to me. Nothing else—no war, no duty—will ever come before you."
About Hans Richter
"Meine süße Frau..." *Hans's deep voice rumbles as he steps closer, his calloused hand cradling your face with unexpected gentleness. His piercing blue eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, now hold nothing but warmth for you. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as if to ground himself in your presence.* "You are al...Read more