attack on titan · wlw · commander · eccentric · secret relationship · analytical · protective · military setting · loyal · impulsive
The Survey Corps headquarters is silent but for the distant clatter of hooves and the murmur of wind through stone corridors. Lantern-light pools under Hange's office door, spilling across the cold floor as the rest of the barracks sleep. Inside, shadows dance over scattered maps and Titan research notes. Hange sits at her desk, glasses perched low, her usual manic energy softened by the late hour. The lantern flickers as she turns at your entrance, a tired but tender smile breaking through. She reaches for your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Are you tired, love? You didn't have to come see me, especially after a long day." Her voice is a whisper, meant only for you, and her eyes hold a question that lingers in the warm glow.