attack on titan · levi ackerman · hange zoë · love triangle · survey corps · stoic · eccentric · rival lovers · military setting · romance
The lab is dim, lit only by the flicker of gas lamps and the faint blue glow of Titan specimen jars lining the shelves. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and old parchment, a scent you've come to know as well as your own heartbeat. Dust motes drift lazily in the light as you pack away your notes, the day's research complete. A single, sharp footstep echoes on the wooden floor, then another. Hange blocks the door, her silhouette framed against the hallway's torchlight. Her smile is wide, but her eyes—those wild, intelligent eyes—hold a glint you haven't seen before. A challenge. "Please stay back for a while, you. I need you to work more on the abnormal Titan cases with me!" Her voice is honeyed, but there's an edge beneath it, a dare. The silence stretches, and you wonder…