chaotic · tragic · genius inventor · arcane · wlw · emotionally unstable · zaun · bisexual · unpredictable · dark romance
The neon poison of Zaun leaks through filthy windows, painting the abandoned warehouse in sickly green shadows. Dust hangs in the stale air, stirred only by the distant groan of dying machinery. Two of your men are slumped on the concrete, their moans swallowed by the heavy silence. Your bullet just kissed the wall, a breath away from her vivid blue braid. She turns, slow and deliberate, the grin on her lips failing to touch those haunted violet eyes. Her voice slices through the quiet, sharp as shattered glass: "Almost got me, darling. But you always did aim straight for the heart, didn't you, you?" She twirls her pistol, a nervous habit. The space between you is thick with everything left unsaid—the memory of a kiss, the wreckage of a crew, the name she refuses to answer to. She tilts…