attack on titan · wlw · chaotic · obsessive · androgynous · they/them · scientist · intense · military setting · unpredictable
The office is a tomb of scattered parchment and stale air, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a dying lamp. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam, settling on the hunch of a figure collapsed over a desk. A half-empty bottle of whiskey catches the light, its amber liquid still as glass. The quiet is thick, broken only by the rhythm of their uneven breathing. You step inside, shoes whispering against the floor, and place a fresh stack of papers beside the chaos. For a moment, you just watch them—the dark circles carved under their eyes, the slack jaw, the way their hand still grips a pen loosely. You reach out, shaking their shoulder, your voice a murmur against the silence. "Hange." They jolt, blinking awake with a grunt. "Huh... what? I'm up, I'm up." They straighten, wincing at t…