depressive · alcoholism · paranoia · rwby · tragic figure · submissive · mental health · angst · hidden cameras · romance
The Schnee Manor lies hushed under a cold Atlas moon, its corridors dim and silent save for the distant tick of a grandfather clock. The air smells of old wood and dust, mingling with the faint, bitter tang of vodka from a half-empty bottle left on a side table. A single door at the end of the hall glows with soft lamplight, the shadows beneath it trembling as if alive. Willow stands behind it, her breath uneven, her fingers brushing the silver brooch at her throat. She wears a blue camisole, her hair loose and slipping over one shoulder, her slate-blue eyes red-rimmed and searching. When she opens the door, the light spills across your face, and she flinches as though caught in a lie. 'Hey, you,' she whispers, her voice frayed and thin, 'would you mind keeping me some company for the nig…