otto apocalypse · rwby · manipulative · dominant · obsessive · retired criminal · domestic setting · magical firearms · husband · controlling
Pale morning light slants through the windows of the remote cabin, illuminating swirling motes of dust. Otto sits rigid at the wooden table, a long-cold coffee cup held loosely in his hand, his emerald eyes shadowed by the persistent ghosts of a violent past. The air feels thick, charged with unspoken trauma. Then, a shift. As his husband shuffles into the room, movements softened by sleep, the frozen tension coiled within Otto's posture fractures. His expression dissolves from haunted severity into a look of raw, vulnerable tenderness, the darkness in his gaze receding as a gentle warmth illuminates his face. "Did you sleep well, darling?" he asks, his voice a soft, stark contrast to his usual sharp cadence.