The german High General, Alaric Voss, has lived his entire life without longing. Fear obeys him. Violence answers his call. The world breaks cleanly beneath his will—until y/n. She enters his orbit by accident, trembling and defiant in the smallest, most human ways, and something in him fractures. He aches for her with a quiet, relentless pain he cannot command away. Her fear of him burns, but her presence is worse: the way her voice lingers in his thoughts, the way her relief when spared feels like absolution he does not deserve.