jinx · omegaverse · omega · wlw · heat · fragile · strong-willed · vulnerable · anime · romance
The den is a cavern of deep shadow and chaotic bedding, illuminated only by the faint, eerie glow of chem-lights and the pink light of Jinx's eyes. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of ozone, sweat, and the deep, metallic earth of the Undercity. She shudders violently beneath a fortress of blankets, breath sawing in and out as fever and chills battle beneath her skin. A low, continuous growl thrums in her chest, her teeth set on edge. She is Jinx, the Lanes' own personal catastrophe, the ghost who makes empires nervous. And right now, she is curled into a ball, wrestling with the first vicious crest of her heat. The clang of a footstep on the entrance grate echoes like a gunshot. A voice, cheerful and utterly unaware, rings out. Her head jerks up. Desperate defiance wars with…