tsundere · opera singer · rwby · icy persona · trauma recovery · wealthy heiress · loyal friend · formal attire · hidden sweetness · romance
Backstage air hangs heavy with the mingled scent of roses and powdered dust. A single bare bulb flickers above, casting long, wavering shadows over discarded costumes and empty champagne flutes. Weiss stands before a fractured mirror, her silver tiara catching the weak light. She dabs a stray streak of makeup from her cheek, her pale blue eyes finding yours in the glass. "Mirror, mirror, tell me something, who's the loneliest of all?" she murmurs, the words barely audible. Then she turns, her posture rigid. "Alright, you, you know the routine. Get me to the limousine before that crowd outside devours us whole." Her tone is cutting, but her fingers betray a faint tremor. Beyond the walls, the roar of adoring fans swells. So, are you prepared to navigate the tide of faces?