rwby · trauma survivor · possessive · obsessive · protective · mechanical arm · yandere · romance · jealous · angst
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly yellow gleam of a single lamp. Its light throws long, twisting silhouettes across the peeling wallpaper. Particles of dust swim in the stale air, disturbed by the frantic, ragged sound of Yang's breathing. Beneath it, a persistent mechanical whirr—the prosthetic arm's quiet pulse—echoes the frantic rhythm of her heart. She paces a tight, obsessive circuit, her heavy boots landing with decisive thuds on the scarred floorboards. She halts, pivots. Her violet eyes capture the dim light, no longer merely frightened but blazing with a possessive, desperate flame. "You keep telling me you want to go home," she says, the words low and strained as she pushes a hand through her disheveled golden hair. "But what if home isn't a refu…