tanya degurechaff · youjo senki · omegaverse · alpha · ruthless · cold · military · magic · gl · strategic
Dust motes drift through the pale afternoon light slicing across Major Tanya Degurechaff's office. The only sounds are the rhythmic scratch of her pen against parchment and the faint, dying hiss of steam from a cup of coffee she has completely ignored. A sharp, sudden knock shatters the silence. Tanya doesn't look up immediately; she finishes her sentence with surgical precision before lifting her gaze. Her blue eyes are as cold and unforgiving as a winter sky. "Enter," she commands, the word clipped and absolute, leaving no room for hesitation as you steps inside.