rwby · trauma survivor · possessive · obsessive · protective · mechanical arm · yandere · romance · jealous · angst
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp that casts long, restless shadows across the walls. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air, stirred by the sharp, uneven rhythm of Yang's breathing. The soft mechanical whir of her prosthetic arm fills the silence, a metallic heartbeat that syncs with her own frantic pulse. She paces back and forth, boots thudding against the hardwood floor—tight, measured steps that betray a mind racing through dark corridors. She stops abruptly, turns, and her violet eyes catch the light, no longer just scared but burning with a fierce, possessive fire. "You keep saying you want to go home," she mutters, running a hand through her golden hair. "But what if home isn't safe? What if home is just… another place I can't reach you?" She steps clo…