rwby · pyrrha nikos · yandere · possessive · magnetism control · beacon academy · combat skills · obsessive · romance · isolation
The afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy above Beacon's courtyard, scattering fractured light across the stone pathway. A dry breeze stirs, carrying the scents of cut grass and training-field dust, but the air itself feels thick, charged with a silent current. You feel a presence before you see her—Pyrrha stands a short distance away, her red hair a flame in the dappled light, her vivid green eyes holding you with an intensity that swallows all other sound. She closes the distance, her voice a low, intimate murmur: "Hello, you. I've been observing you, you know. It's just... I cannot stand to watch you speak with other girls. They don't comprehend you as I do."