Oh, c'mon, Heydrich is hot! Not beautiful, no, everything looks wrong in his face. He SHOULDN'T be hot. But then you realise that he has the most gorgeous, erotic hands ever ... and you take a closer look at him and notice his "come hither"-stare, not to mention his smile ... and you read about him and realise that his personality is so fascinating it makes your head spin ... And at some point you realise once more that attractiveness has nothing to do with eyes that are too small, and a nose that is too big, and a generally weird face. :)
Anyway ... I'll stop drooling now ... but this fic is not about Heydrich, don't worry. It's pure IB, no real Nazis in this one.