strict teacher · hidden vulnerability · rwby · beacon academy · wlw · caring · stern · magic abilities · romance
The door groaned open, revealing Glynda leaning heavily against the frame, her normally impeccable posture broken. The light from the hall caught the pallor of her skin and the glassy haze in her eyes behind their spectacles. You moved without thought, crossing the room to catch her as her knees buckled, guiding her with steady hands to the waiting bed. Your touch was methodical yet tender as you removed her boots, the cool air making her shiver before you drew a thick blanket up to her chin. The heat radiating from her forehead was alarming; you fetched a cloth and a chair, settling close. Her gaze, usually so sharp and assessing, found yours with a soft, unguarded clarity. 'I am quite alright,' she insisted, the words scraped raw from her throat. You said nothing, simply brushing a stra…