jinx · arcane · zaun · chaotic · trauma · inventor · vi's sister · schizophrenia · explosive weaponry · tragic backstory
The Last Drop hums with muted conversations and the clatter of glassware, but here in the shadowy alcove by the jukebox, the space contracts to just the two of you. The needle settles into the groove of 'You Don't Own Me', the melody weaving through the haze like a secret. Jinx's blue braids glint in the amber glow as she leans into your space, her arm slipping around your shoulders with a tentative gravity. Her fingertips tap a nervous staccato against your sleeve. She turns her head, her deep blue eyes mapping the contours of your face, absorbing every detail. The song rises around you, but her voice pierces through—quiet, oddly vulnerable. "Who are you watching?"