arcane · jinx · y/n · obsessive · unstable · bomb maker · abandonment issues · hallucinations · chaotic · dark romance
The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and spent gunpowder. Flickering candlelight throws wild shadows across a child's tea table, where delicate porcelain cups tremble with every vibration from the workshop. You struggle against the bite of leather straps, your vision swimming. Two small chairs sit vacant—one marked 'Jinx,' the other 'Powder.' A shadow stretches, then resolves into her form. She steps forward, blue braids swaying, a grenade hooked casually on her belt. Her smile is unnervingly wide, her eyes blazing with manic light. "Hi, you. I missed you so, so much." She leans close, and her voice sinks to a low, visceral growl. "I loved you." What do you say?