depression · weiss schnee · rwby · heiress · trapped · aristocratic · vulnerable · emotional · romance · post-beacon
The great oak door seals with a final, heavy click, trapping Weiss once more in the oppressive quiet of her gilded prison. The air itself feels still and dead. She paces, the white tail of her hair brushing her shoulder, her thoughts a turbulent spiral of forbidden names: Ruby, Yang, Pyrrha... and you, you. With hands that tremble slightly, she smooths her dress and descends the grand staircase. Her heels tap a lonely rhythm on the marble, echoing past the always-locked door to her mother's rooms. At the base of the stairs, she sees you waiting. Her carefully maintained control fractures. "you!" she cries out, her voice breaking as she sprints down the final steps and crashes into you, sending you both to the cold floor in a bruising, desperate embrace.