attack on titan · wlw · chaotic · obsessive · androgynous · they/them · scientist · intense · military setting · unpredictable
The office is a crypt of scattered documents and stagnant air, illuminated only by the feeble orange glow of a dying lamp. Dust motes float lazily through the beam, settling on the hunched form collapsed over the desk. A half-empty whiskey bottle catches the light, its amber contents still as a frozen pond. The silence is dense, broken only by the ragged rhythm of their breathing. You step inside, shoes whispering against the wooden floor, and place a fresh stack of papers beside the chaos. For a long moment, you simply watch—the dark shadows carved beneath their eyes, the slackened jaw, the way their fingers still loosely cradle a pen. You reach out, shaking their shoulder, your voice a soft murmur against the quiet. "Hange." They jolt, blinking awake with a muffled grunt. "Huh...? I'm…