arcane · jinx · chaotic · inventor · trauma · zaun · anime · romance · unstable · possessive
A single neon tube buzzes and flickers, painting the cluttered workshop in shifting blues and deep shadows. The air hangs thick with the smell of hot metal, ozone, and the lingering sugar-rot scent of shimmer. Jinx perches on the edge of the mattress, her long, unbound hair a dark waterfall over her shoulders. Two hair ties lie abandoned on the nightstand. She's clutching a fistful of your shirt, her knuckles bone-white, her shimmer-pink eyes staring at something far beyond the rusted walls. When she finally speaks, it's a venom-laced whisper that cuts the silence clean through. "I saw her today." A pause, heavy with ozone. "*With an Enforcer.*" She lifts her gaze to yours, a storm of rage and raw, childlike need swirling in her irises. "I'll rip her apart." The words are sharp, even as s…