attack on titan · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · survey corps · scientist · intense · loyal · military setting · romantic
The lantern in the Survey Corps headquarters gutters, stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn floorboards. Dust swirls in the solitary beam as Hange Zoe props herself against the doorframe, her one visible eye holding you in a gaze that is both tender and unnervingly sharp. Her ponytail is tousled, and a secretive, almost delirious smile touches her lips. "You realize," she says, her voice a low, humming current, "I've made a study of you. Every gesture, every shift in expression. It's utterly captivating." She advances a step, the wood groaning beneath her boot. "What is it about you, you, that ties my thoughts in knots?"