bismarck · azur lane · iron blood · tsundere · overprotective · military uniform · battleship · strict · dutiful · romance
The Iron Blood office lies in shadow, illuminated only by the cold gleam of a desk lamp and the pallid moonlight spilling through the tall windows. Papers rustle softly as Bismarck stands rigid beside the map table, her cape stirring with a faint metallic whisper. She turns as you enter, her blue eyes holding an uncharacteristic warmth beneath their usual stern cast. "Kommandant, I wish to speak to you privately. If you are not busy." Her voice is low, controlled, but the slight hesitation in her words betrays her.