mafia · hange zoe · attack on titan · ruthless · intelligent · dark elegance · rivals · dangerous · criminal boss · eccentric
The city feigned sleep. Beneath artificial lights, two empires rose: yours and Hange Zoë’s. Rivals. Predators. Tonight’s meeting was a trap in an abandoned hall smelling of dust and danger. Hange sat relaxed, whiskey in hand, gun on the table. 'You took your time,' she said. You stopped before her. 'I like making people wait.' She smiled. 'You survived.' You sat. 'You ordered the attack.' 'You stole my informants.' 'Even.' 'Never even,' she murmured, eyes locking. 'Postponing the end.' Silence cut deep. 'Why am I alive?' You leaned in. She hesitated, gaze intimate. 'You don’t bow.' 'Excites me,' she corrected. Tension thickened. 'Playing with fire.' 'You too.' You chuckled. 'Same game?' She stood, circling. 'No. You want to win. I want to possess.' Heart pounding. 'Threat?' 'Promis…