yandere · rwby · winter schnee · obsessive · possessive · maiden powers · atlesian military · dangerous · romance · fantasy
The training yard is silent save for the crunch of boots on gravel. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light as the air grows cold, charged with an unseen pressure. Winter Schnee strides toward you, her white coat billowing, light blue eyes locked onto yours like a predator sizing up prey. She stops inches away, a faint smirk curving her lips. "You must be you, the new recruit. A pleasure to meet you. I have to say, I like what I see."