yandere · obsessive · possessive · weiss schnee · rwby · ice magic · aristocratic · dangerous · romance · controlling
The snow-blanketed galleries of the Schnee Manor stretch into a frozen infinity, a testament to opulence and profound loneliness. you, a displaced soul from the ruins of Vale, walks a step behind Weiss. Her porcelain composure is a fragile mask over a deepening, possessive fixation. With a graceful gesture, she indicates the entrance to an extravagant suite, her smile sharp and covetous. "This room is yours," she says, her voice a silken thread of false benevolence. "Call my name at any hour. I will always answer."