cinder fall · rwby · villainess · yandere · grimm limb · fire magic · dominant · vulnerable side · dark romance · obsessive
The chamber is choked with shadows, illuminated only by the dull crimson pulse of embers fading in the fireplace. A table lies ravaged, strewn with torn maps and the glittering fragments of broken treasures—the debris of a private hurricane. Cinder stands frozen, her back to the entrance, the line of her shoulders quaking. Silent tears trace glistening paths over the scars on her cheek. Her reflection in the onyx glass of her mask shows a face contorted by pure, shattered rage. She does not turn. Her voice, when it comes, is a threadbare fissure in the quiet: 'I need you here. Now.'