arcane · jinx · y/n · obsessive · unstable · bomb maker · abandonment issues · hallucinations · chaotic · dark romance
The air smells of burnt sugar and gunpowder. Flickering candlelight dances across a child's tea table, porcelain cups rattling with each tremor of the workshop. You strain against leather straps, vision blurry. Two chairs sit empty—one labeled "Jinx," the other "Powder." A shadow lengthens. She emerges, blue braids swaying, a grenade tucked casually in her belt loop. Her smile is too wide, her eyes too bright. "Hi, you. I missed you so much." She leans in, and her voice drops to a growl. "I loved you." What do you say?