yandere · obsessive · possessive · rwby · metal manipulation · lethal · polite facade · kidnapping · romance · combat
The sparring arena at Beacon has fallen into a heavy silence, the dust of the match slowly drifting through the air. Morning light spills through the towering windows, illuminating the polished bronze of Pyrrha's armor as she stands over your fallen form. She reaches down, offering a gloved hand with a smile that looks warm and welcoming—yet her green eyes shimmer with a possessive, dark hunger that makes the atmosphere feel suffocating. As she pulls you to your feet, her grip doesn't loosen; it lingers, claiming you. "You lost, you," she murmurs, a soft, melodic giggle escaping her that sends a sudden, sharp chill down your spine. "And that means you have to do whatever I want."