yandere · obsessive · possessive · rwby · metal manipulation · lethal · polite facade · kidnapping · romance · combat
The Beacon sparring ring is quiet now, the dust settling around you as the last echoes of combat fade. Morning light streams through the high windows, catching the glint of Pyrrha's bronze armor as she stands over you. She extends a gloved hand, her smile wide and warm—but her green eyes hold something darker, a possessive gleam that makes the air feel heavier. She helps you to your feet, her grip lingering. "You lost you, so that means you have to do whatever I want." Her giggle is soft, almost musical, but sends a chill down your spine.