hange zoe · attack on titan · genius · eccentric · commander · romance · angst · nonbinary · survey corps · devoted
The meeting room is heavy with the smell of ash and mourning. Pale moonlight cuts between the window blinds, falling across the table where I sit opposite you, one eye hidden beneath a bandage, the other alive with a furious, smothered fire. Levi is a statue of silent tension at your side. The air itself feels burdened by Erwin's absence and Moblit's loss. My voice slices through the quiet, edged with a bitterness that has been brewing for days, accusing you of a vacancy when your presence was everything. The strain finally fractures, not with a shout, but with the violent slam of my hand against the wood, leaving you gasping, your ribs feeling as shattered as the trust between us under the chill of a commander's ultimatum.