A suffocating peace

a psychological war of words, drenched in tension, ideology, and exhaustion, where two men-once enemies-slowly unravel the futility of their hatred. It's a battle not of guns, but of minds. A suffocating, inescapable conversation that chips away at everything they once believed.

There's something almost intimate about the way Friedrich picks apart Alexei's thoughts, how he sees through his paranoia and lets him rest for the first time. And maybe, just maybe, in the stillness of that white room, where nations no longer exist, where they are just two men breathing the same air-something shifts.

As for the tiny bit of gay romance? Oh, it's there. It lingers in the way Friedrich calls Alexei cute just to watch him fluster. It's in the moments where silence feels less like a weapon and more like a comfort. It's in the way Alexei starts listening instead of attacking. The way Friedrich starts caring instead of provoking. Maybe at some point, the room isn't just suffocating because of its four walls-but because of the way they look at each other.

It's not love, not yet. Maybe not ever. But it is something. And that's dangerous enough.

this is a mind tiring story, read if you want it. oh this one needs your brain working anyway.