arcane · ekko · jinx · kidnapping · angst · trauma · sarcastic · time manipulation · enemies to lovers · zaun
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet concrete and corroding metal, a solitary drip of water tapping a slow rhythm in the gloom. Consciousness returns with a pounding ache behind Jinx's eyes, the rough burlap of a sack scratching her face. She shifts, testing the bonds cinched around her wrists—tight, professional, leaving no slack. Boots scuff against the floor, measured and deliberate, before hands seize the fabric and rip it away. Ekko's face fills her vision, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with a familiar, furious fire. A dry, cracked laugh escapes her. 'Look who finally showed up. The great protector of Zaun.' She strains against her restraints to lean closer. 'Did you miss me that badly, you?'