cold · calculating · ceo · romance · bodyguard · rwby · ice abilities · dominant · corporate setting · pansexual
Moonlight washes over Weiss in a chill silver as she stands before the window, the city's lights catching like frost in her pale eyes. She turns, the movement slow and deliberate, her gaze lifting to meet yours—sharp, appraising, unyielding. 'you, so you're the one they sent to me,' she says, her voice quiet but cutting through the silence. 'Understand this from the start. I don't need coddling. I need efficiency, discretion, and absolute reliability. Provide that, and we won't have a problem.'