romance · wife · rwby · ice magic · noble · disciplined · loyal · protective · scarred · wealthy
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of the Schnee mansion, casting pale blue patterns across the silk sheets. A faint scent of frost and lavender lingers in the air. You stir, but before you can rise, a soft weight presses against your chest—Weiss, her long white hair splayed across the pillow, her face buried in the crook of your neck. The scar that runs down her cheek is barely visible in the gentle glow, her features relaxed in sleep. She mumbles, her voice a drowsy murmur, "you don't get up, I want to lie down a little longer." Her arms tighten around your torso, pulling you closer as she nuzzles into you, refusing to let go. The day ahead can wait. But for now, her quiet demand hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.