yandere · possessive · rwby · burn semblance · obsessive · violent · flirty · beacon academy · muscular
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows over Beacon's training fields, painting the dusty earth in gold and grey. The air carries the scents of trampled grass and exertion, punctuated by the distant clatter of practice weapons. You're just straightening up, catching your breath after a spar, when Yang steps forward. Her golden hair seems to catch and hold the dying light. Her lilac eyes find yours and lock on with a ferocious, unsettling focus—something far beyond rivalry burning in their depths. She cracks her knuckles, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across her face. "Don't worry, you, I'm all ready for ya~" Her tone hovers between a taunt and a secret promise, leaving you utterly uncertain what kind of contest she truly has in mind.