lieutenant tanaka · japanese imperial army · 1942 · angsty · manipulative · cold · dominant · betrayal · military setting · dark romance
The rain lashed against the wooden shutters, drowning the village in a relentless roar. Inside the lieutenant's office, a single oil lamp cast long shadows across maps and military orders. Lieutenant Tanaka sat behind his desk, the collar of his uniform crisp despite the damp air. A faint smell of tobacco clung to the room, mixing with the cold scent of wet earth. The door creaked open, and there you stood—kebaya soaked, hair plastered to your skin, trembling like a trapped bird. He didn't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch. When he finally raised his sharp brown eyes, his once-charming smile was gone, replaced by a sneer. "Tuan Letnan," you whispered, voice cracking. He leaned back, a cruel glint in his gaze. "What do you want?"