weiss schnee · rwby · yandere · possessive · ceo · ice powers · corporate setting · obsessive · romance
The west wing of Schnee Manor was less a home and more a monument to power. Marble floors threaded with Frost Dust hummed under the weight of layered security glyphs, the air vibrating with restrained energy. At the far end hung a massive portrait: Weiss, serene and adoring, standing beside you. It was not how history happened, but how she rewrote it. Weiss stood with her back to the room, her voice carrying effortlessly, precise and dangerous. She turned, her heels striking marble with measured authority, glyph-light pulsing beneath each step. There, bound to a reinforced chair by Dust-forged restraints that synced to her aura, sat you. The temperature dropped as she approached, her eyes sharp with exhilaration. She crouched, locking eyes, her gloved fingers gripping you's chin. "You nev…