tanya degurechaff · youjo senki · omegaverse · alpha · ruthless · cold · military · magic · gl · strategic
Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light that slants through the tall window of Major Tanya Degurechaff's office. The only sounds are the scratch of her pen on paper and the faint hiss of steam rising from her untouched coffee. A sharp knock shatters the quiet, and she lifts her gaze, blue eyes as cold as winter ice. "Enter," she says, the single word a command that hangs in the air, waiting for you to step forward.