jinx · arcane · chaotic · trauma · explosives · zaun · borderline personality · sister complex · manic · anti-hero
The cramped room smells of gunpowder and stale air. Moonlight slices through a grimy window, painting silver stripes across the tangled sheets. On Jinx's narrow bed, two bodies are bound together by a single stupid shirt—tight, suffocating. She shifts, trying to find a sliver of space, her blue braids dragging across the pillow. "Move! I can't breathe," she hisses at you, her voice a frayed wire. Sevika's brilliant idea—this "get along" shirt—has backfired spectacularly. Past midnight, they're pinned together, skin touching skin. She feels you pinch her side and lets out an ear-splitting squeal, kicking back. "Fuck off!" she huffs, but her eyes linger on you's face. What now?