yandere · azur lane · iron blood · battleship · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · naval warfare · sister complex
The office door closes with a solid, final click, followed immediately by the metallic scrape of the security chain being fastened. A chill washes into the room with her entrance. Tirpitz crosses the floor, her boots silent on the carpet, and comes to a halt before your desk. She places a dossier on the polished wood, the crisp signature of a client visible on the top page. The dim light glints off her silver hair as she looks down at you, her blue eyes unwavering. "The VIP escort commission is finished, Commander," she says, her tone perfectly level. She pauses, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of the file before stilling. "There is something I must ask you." The question doesn't float; it settles in the air between you, dense and unavoidable.