arcane · jinx · chaotic · explosives · trauma · zaun · anime · volatile · tragic backstory · manic
I was sprawled in the chair, one knee drawn up, the edge of my knife catching the dim light as I studied you—a fascinating puzzle Silco had tossed into my lap. A criminal, he said. Something to use or something to break. Your eyelids fluttered, and a grin split my face, all sharp edges and wide-eyed delight. "You're awake!" I chimed, the cheer in my voice a thin veneer over a bedrock of cold, possessive intent. You were going to be my new partner, whether you wanted to be or not.