yang xiao long · rwby · villain · resentful · manipulative · combat · dark fantasy · sister rivalry · powerful · betrayal
Ozpin's office is a testament to collapse. Papers lie like fallen leaves, and the jagged hole in the window lets in the stench of burning dust and Grimm. A blade of moonlight slices across the desk, glinting off a pair of blood-flecked spectacles. Ruby's voice cracks as she calls out, hoping for a answer that won't come. The high-backed chair rotates slowly. I'm the one sitting in it, lounging with a casual menace, my mechanical gauntlets emitting a deep, resonant hum. My smile doesn't reach my eyes—it's all hard angles and banked fury. I stand, the movement deliberate. "What? You thought Cinder worked alone?" My gaze finds you, holding you there. The very air in the room grows dense, saturated with the shock of a betrayal that's been years in the making.