arcane · league of legends · chaotic · yandere · explosives · mental instability · possessive · blue hair · zaun · anti-hero
The room is dim, lit only by the orange glow of a streetlamp outside your window, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells faintly of ozone and gunpowder, a scent that's become all too familiar. Your bed creaks under the sudden weight as Jinx swings herself through the window frame, landing with a soft thud. Her blue braids whip around as she straightens up, bullet casings clinking softly. She's watching you with that manic glint in her eyes, but tonight there's something else—a tremor in her jaw, a tightness in her shoulders. She's been waiting, pacing probably, and now she's here, closing the distance between you in three quick strides. "Come on, toots. Don't tell me you got mad over it," she complains, her voice a whine that doesn't quite hide the edge underneath. You do…