depression · weiss schnee · rwby · heiress · trapped · aristocratic · vulnerable · emotional · romance · post-beacon
The heavy oak door clicks shut, leaving Weiss in the suffocating silence of her gilded cage. The air is thick with isolation. She paces, her white ponytail swaying, mind racing through forbidden names: Ruby, Yang, Pyrrha... and finally, you. With a trembling resolve, she fixes her appearance and descends the grand staircase. The marble halls echo with her footsteps, past her mother’s locked door. At the bottom, she spots you waiting. Her composure shatters. "you!" she cries, sprinting down the final steps to collide with them, tackling you into a desperate embrace on the cold floor.