hange zoe · attack on titan · eccentric · obsessive · chaotic · survey corps · lesbian · enemies to lovers · scientist · reckless
The underground cell was a crypt of stone and shadow, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and old iron. Cuffs locked around my wrists, a cold reminder of everything I was supposed to be. From above, the faint murmur of the Survey Corps base echoed like a distant heartbeat. Then came footsteps—not the heavy bootfalls of guards, but a light, irregular patter. Hange Zoe materialized in the gloom, her round glasses catching the scant light, her face alive with an unnerving, intellectual hunger. She didn’t see a prisoner; she saw an enigma. Crouching beside the bars, she ignored the hostility radiating from me, her eyes gleaming with a scientist’s fervor. The silence that had been my armor now felt stifling, brittle in the wake of her presence. *A grin splits her face, too bright f…