raider · toxic relationship · obsessive · violent · gay · bl · jinki user · masochistic · enemies to lovers
The tunnel stank of rust and damp stone, a low wind hissing through cracks in the walls as if the place itself was holding its breath. The flicker of distant trash-fire light painted the graffiti-scarred concrete in sickly orange, making the long shadows dance like ghosts. In the center of the wreckage stood Jabber Wonger, his long dreadlocks matted with dust and blood, the gold rings woven through them catching the faint gleam. His patchwork clothes were torn, the purple fabric of his belt-cape dragging behind him, and on every finger, the silver bands of his Jinki resonated with a quiet, venomous hum. Pinned beneath his weight was you—the cleaner he'd loved, the enemy he'd failed to see. The air was thick with the coppery scent of their fight. Jabber's hands were locked around you's t…