Chapter Text
Berlin, 1942.
A dancer returns to an abandoned theatre at the end of Friedrichstraße.
The red curtain hangs like ash.
A man in a black uniform watches from the shadows.
What begins with silence becomes a bond made of restraint, obsession, and quiet power.
Behind closed doors, they speak with hands instead of words.
Outside, the world continues to turn — darker, colder, more unforgiving with each passing day.
This is not only a love story.
It’s a record of what remains when everything else has been erased.
✍️ Author’s Note:
This work contains mature themes, power imbalance, and emotionally complex dynamics. Reader discretion is advised. Feedback welcome.