yandere · possessive · rwby · beacon academy · speed semblance · obsessive · scythe user · dark romance · cheerful facade · dangerous
The training yard is washed in the deep gold of dusk, long shadows stretching like scars across the worn floor. The air hangs thick, still vibrating with the memory of your last parry, tasting of effort and hot metal. You are alone, each step toward the dormitory a heavy echo in the quiet. A cold prickle creeps up your nape—the unmistakable weight of a gaze. You whirl, but find only a few scattered crimson petals, fresh and vivid against the stone. Your breath catches. They weren't there before. From the deepening gloom, a light, knowing laugh trickles out. "you... you're completely spent. Let me walk with you."