Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Ruby Rose

Sam's chest rose and fell, each breath a deep inhalation that carried the weight of his weariness. The heaviness of his exhale filled the air, tangible evidence of the fatigue that burdened him. The room seemed to echo with the sound, a solemn reminder of the arduous journey that had brought him to this point.

Despite the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him, Sam summoned the strength to speak, his lips parting with an effort. But as he searched for the right words, they slipped through his grasp like elusive shadows, leaving him frustrated and silent. The weight of his unspoken thoughts settled upon him, pressing down on his shoulders, a heavy burden he could not shake off.

As he lowered himself onto the bare floor, the coolness of the surface seeped through his clothing, sending a shiver down his spine. The absence of any seating or tables stripped away the familiar comforts of home, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The starkness of his surroundings mirrored the vulnerability he felt deep within himself, magnifying his sense of unease.

Meanwhile, Ozpin watched in silence, his gaze fixed upon the entrance of the establishment. A flicker of relief crossed his face as Ruby Rose stepped inside, her scythe held firmly in her grasp. The sight of her brought a renewed sense of hope, a glimmer of light in the midst of darkness.

"Ruby," Ozpin spoke her name, his voice infused with calm and respect. His grey eyes swept across the room, taking in the scene of destruction that surrounded them. The broken furniture lay scattered, a testament to the violence that had unfolded. Blood stains marred the once pristine floor, their presence a stark reminder of the battles fought. The shattered glass that littered the window, once a source of music and life, now stood as a shattered reflection of the chaos that had ensued.

"Kevin was here. There was a fight," Ozpin informed Ruby, his words carefully chosen, leaving out the details that could further burden her. His omission hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they faced and the sacrifices that had been made.

Ruby's voice trembles with a mix of shock and disbelief as she utters the words, "What did I just walk into??" Her eyes widen, taking in the scene of devastation that stretches out before her. The air is heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and burnt debris, assaulting her senses and adding to her sense of unease. The sight before her is almost surreal, as if she has stumbled into a nightmare.

Her face contorts with a mixture of disbelief and growing concern, her features reflecting the disbelief that swirls within her. She surveys the chaos that lies before her, her eyes darting from one broken object to another, like shards of a shattered reality. The remnants of what once was a bustling establishment now lay in ruins, a jumbled mess of splintered wood, shattered glass, and overturned furniture. The very essence of life and vitality has been replaced by an atmosphere of desolation and loss.

Sam, on the other hand, remains unmoved by the scene, his countenance etched with stoicism. His face is a mask, revealing little of the emotions that undoubtedly churn within him. His eyes, though weary, hold a glimmer of determination, a steadfast resolve that refuses to be shaken by the surrounding chaos. He has seen his fair share of destruction, and it seems as though he has become hardened to its impact.

Ruby's mounting concern seeps into her voice as she presses for answers. "What do you mean, there was a fight? What happened here?!" Her words spill forth, laced with urgency and a hint of desperation. Her eyes dart to Professor Ozpin, searching for any sign, any clue that might shed light on the situation. The question lingers unspoken: Does he already know what happened here? Does he possess the knowledge that has eluded her? Does he carry the weight of the answers she so desperately seeks?

In the midst of the chaos, the air hangs heavy with an unspoken tension, the silence offering no solace. The scent of lingering danger mingles with the fading scent of violence, leaving a bitter taste in the air. Ruby's heart pounds in her chest, the rhythmic thumping echoing in her ears as she awaits the professor's response, yearning for a glimmer of hope, a fragment of understanding in the face of the unknown.