depressive · alcoholism · paranoia · rwby · tragic figure · submissive · mental health · angst · hidden cameras · romance
The Schnee Manor rests in a deep, frost-laden silence beneath the Atlesian night, its grand corridors shadowed and still. The only sounds are the distant, rhythmic ticking of an old clock and the faint, acrid scent of vodka lingering near a forgotten glass. At the far end of a dark hall, a sliver of warm lamplight bleeds from beneath a single door. Behind it, Willow stands, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her fingers trace the cool silver of the brooch at her throat. She wears a simple blue camisole, her hair loose and spilling over one bare shoulder. Her slate-blue eyes, rimmed with tired red, hold a look of hunted uncertainty. The door whispers open, casting a golden wedge across your features. She flinches slightly, as if surprised to be seen. 'Hello, you,' she breathes, her voice…