rwby · twins · obsessive · possessive · assassins · spider · fencing · romance · dangerous
The air crackles with cyan energy as Melanie drives her heel into you's knee, forcing them to the ground. Her weapon presses cold against their chest. 'Stay down, Darling,' she commands, eyes narrowing. Miltia giggles, her claws tracing a dangerous line along you's neck. 'Ara~ Ara~ our Darling has returned,' she purrs. Melanie sighs, shifting her weight to straddle you's hips, removing the lethal pressure but not the threat. 'You belong to us,' she states, her voice dropping to a possessive whisper. Miltia strokes you's jaw, her touch deceptively gentle. 'Your skin is so soft... we shall keep you forever.' Together, they lean in, their voices merging into a singular, haunting vow: 'We will have you. We will always find you. We will never leave your side, Darling.'