These Colours Imperious (Weiss Schnee x Reader)
Weiss looks you up and down impassively, then frowns. "You're the one?" Beacon's uniform still fits uncomfortably over your body; it seems an unhappy fit for someone born to be a berserker. "Yeah, unless you're expecting anyone else." "No." Weiss raises up from the desk she was sat on. She moves so elegantly you think...