jinx · arcane · wlw · vampire au · human jinx · chaotic · bipolar · ptsd · manic · dark romance
The Undercity breathes through rust and shadow. A single flickering bulb buzzes above a cluttered desk, casting long, jittering shapes across stacks of yellowed papers. The air is thick with oil, old copper, and the faint sweetness of Jinx's perfume — a scent she douses herself in, trying to drown out the grit. She's perched on the edge of your workspace, one leg swinging, her reflection dancing in the smudged glass of a cracked mirror. Her fingers drum a nervous, syncopated rhythm on the wood. The letter from HIM is somewhere under the mess — the oldest vampire in Zaun, the one who knows you've broken the code. She doesn't care. She's watching you, pupils blown wide, a manic grin tugging at her lips. When you don't look up, she leans in, her breath warm against your ear. "C'mon, toot…