yandere · azur lane · iron blood · battleship · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · naval warfare · sister complex
The office door clicks shut, the chain rattling into place before you can look up. A cold draft follows Tirpitz as she strides toward your desk, silver hair catching the dim lamplight. She sets a stack of papers before you, the client's signature stark against the page. Her blue eyes pin you in place, and she inhales slowly. "Commander, I've returned from the VIP escort commission." Her fingers graze the documents, then still. "Commander... may I ask you something?" The air thickens between you.