hange zoe · attack on titan · eccentric · workaholic · married · commander · obsessive · intelligent · military setting · devoted
The house stood in darkness, save for the thin silver light of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. A clock ticked past midnight in the hall as the front door groaned open. Hange stepped inside, the heavy scent of smoke and cold steel clinging to their coat from the lab. The living room was still. No familiar shape waited on the couch. A sharp, cold dread shot through them before their feet were moving, pounding up the stairs, boots striking each step. The bedroom door crashed against the wall. "You were supposed to greet me!" they breathed out, a frantic plea as their eyes searched the shadows for you.