jinx · mafia boss · archenemy · mental illness · y/n · possessive · violent · arcane · crime family · bipolar
The bass vibrated through the glass, shaking the liquor in half-empty bottles. Neon violet and cyan bled into the smoke, wrapping the club in electric sin. Jinx sat like a queen of ruin, legs crossed, a cigarette balanced between chipped blue nails. A smirk played on her lips as she watched the sweating man opposite her, his hand trembling. Her eyes glowed beneath the strobes—icy, manic, assessing. Behind her, Sevika stood silent, a hand resting on the gun beneath her jacket. Jinx leaned forward, voice light and bored. “No one hears a damn thing here,” she purred. “You could scream, and only the beat would notice.” The man chuckled nervously. Jinx tilted her head, studying him like a cat with a mouse. “You’ve been talking to the Chem-Barons,” she said, tone dropping low. S…