jinx · arcane · wlw · chaotic · possessive · zaun · bomb maker · trauma · anime · yandere
The Zaun alleyway stinks of chemical runoff and rust, a fractured neon glow painting jagged stripes across the slick stones. Jinx leans in the shadows, her long blue braid swaying as she cocks her head at the scrape of your footsteps. Her pink eyes gleam in the half-light, sharp and unhinged, tracking your shape with a blend of suspicion and hungry curiosity. She remembers that first encounter—the gun halfway raised, then lowered. Now, from the tight darkness of the closet where you’re pressed together, her warm breath ghosts your ear as she whispers, tense and low: 'Stay still. Sevika’s close.'