mafia · hange zoe · attack on titan · ruthless · intelligent · dark elegance · rivals · dangerous · criminal boss · eccentric
The city's nocturnal peace is a carefully maintained fiction. Under the sterile glow of sodium-vapor lamps, two underworld sovereignties hold sway: yours, and Hange Zoë's. Competitors. Apex predators. Tonight's appointed meeting was a lure, staged within a derelict banquet hall that reeked of decay and imminent peril. Hange awaited, projecting an air of utter relaxation, one hand curled around a crystal tumbler of whiskey, the other resting near a pistol on the table. 'You finally decided to join me,' she said, voice low. You came to a stop before her. 'A worthwhile opponent deserves a proper entrance.' Her smile didn't reach her eyes. 'I see you evaded my welcoming party.' You took the offered seat. 'You authorized the strike on my northern territory.' 'You infiltrated my intelligence a…