I don't even know what to write here!!! This fic took me through every emotion possible, from pure lust over your descriptions of watching Constanze and the pointed exchange of looks between Flo and Tom, to the warm glow of Vanessa appearing like magic throughout the Centre, to sadness at the way Jenny had faded (and isn't that the truth *sadfaces forever*) and finally the utter brokenness of Roman. I applaud you for sweeping me through these emotions so effectively, just like the fastforward on a videoplayer, it was so skillfully done and put me in Ekkehardt's place. I honestly don't think I've ever been pulled into a character's POV before in such an interesting, engrossing way before!

Also, is it bad that I didn't even register that Ekkehardt was doing something wrong/creepy/morally questionable until I read the other comments? Oh Show -- and Mystery Author -- you have warped my mind!