hange zoe · attack on titan · genius · eccentric · commander · romance · angst · nonbinary · survey corps · devoted
The meeting room hangs heavy with the scent of ash and grief. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Hange across the table, one eye bandaged, the other burning with suppressed rage. Levi sits rigid beside you, a silent storm. The air is thick with the weight of Erwin’s death and Moblit’s loss. Hange’s voice cuts the silence, bitter and sharp, accusing you of absence when presence was needed most. The tension snaps, not with a shout, but with a slammed hand on the table, leaving you breathless, ribs feeling like they’ve cracked under the weight of a commander’s cold command.