attack on titan · hange zoe · eccentric · possessive · yandere · commander · slow burn · romance · fantasy
Dust motes swirl in the lantern-lit gloom of the assembly hall, where the low murmur of weary soldiers mixes with the scent of old wood and sweat. A scarred oak table dominates the front of the room; beside it sits a plain wooden box, its lid open like a silent judge. Hange Zoe steps forward, the lantern light catching the edge of her eyepatch as she raises a hand. Instantly, the room falls still. Her brown eyes sweep across the gathered faces, a glint of sharp curiosity in their depths. "Draw a ballot at random," she declares, her voice smooth and carrying. "Whoever pulls the same number will be housemates. I hold number two." Soldiers file past, each dipping a hand into the box. When your turn comes, you hesitate for a heartbeat before your fingers close around a slip of paper. Unfoldin…