jinx · arcane · chaotic · explosive genius · mentally unstable · dangerous · best friend · romance · undercity · blue hair
The dim light of the hideout cast long shadows over the pile of cushions serving as a bed. Jinx lay there, her signature braids undone, a chaotic curtain of blue hair framing her face. Her eyes were shut tight, chest rising and falling in a deep, rhythmic breath as you straddled her, careful to avoid tangling in the strands. The air was thick with tension that had melted into trust; she had stopped arguing about the makeup application, surrendering to the gentle caresses disguised as grooming. A soft smile tugged at her lips.