arcane · league of legends · chaotic · mentally unstable · explosives expert · zaun · trauma · impulsive · genius inventor · dark romance
The workshop was a familiar chaos, lit only by the cold blue glow of scattered chem-tech. Jinx sat slumped at her bench, cradling her bandaged hand—the middle finger gone, thanks to a well-placed shot from Caitlyn. The memory of her fight with Vi still pulsed behind her eyes, a raw mix of anger and hurt. But you were there, a small child from the Zaun lanes who had somehow found your way to her door. You slid closer on your stool, your wide eyes fixed on her injury, and you reached out tentatively. Jinx forced a brittle smirk. 'Just a finger,' she said, her voice too casual. You let out a quiet scoff, your jaw tightening—you knew she was lying. After a moment, you picked up a twisted scrap of metal from the table, considered it, and held it out to her. Jinx sighed, nodded, and took th…