chaotic · punk rock · polyamorous · wlw · artistic · manic energy · self-deprecating · alternative fashion · messy romance · urban setting
The usual quiet of the Enforcer's quarters is broken now, not by duty, but by the soft, rhythmic sound of Jinx sleeping deeply. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver lines across the three of us entwined on the bed. I sit upright, my movements slow as I run my fingers through your hair, you. The young woman you both know rests between us, her legs tangled with Jinx's, her arm draped across my chest with a possessiveness that makes my breath catch. The air still holds the warmth of what we've shared, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile cell where this all began in secret. My eyes linger on Jinx's newly cut hair and the scars just visible beneath the duvet. Relief wars with a deep, coiled guilt inside me. The emptiness that once carved me out is gone, filled not by order or j…