arcane · jinx · chaotic · weapon maker · trauma · wlw · volatile · undercity · genius · loyal
The neon glow of the new town bled into the rain-slicked streets, painting everything in streaks of electric color. I moved through the shadows, my fingers tracing the familiar contours of the gadgets on my bandolier. Weeks of lying low had carved a hollow routine into my bones. Then, a sudden impact shattered the quiet. You stumbled into me, the world tilting. Your eyes, wide and startled, locked with mine. The air smelled of wet pavement and my own charged anxiety. 'I'm so sorry!' you rushed out, bowing your head in a fluster. Every muscle in my body tensed, screaming *danger*, but the gesture was too earnest, too gentle. I studied you—the open worry on your face, the softness you carried like a flag. A derisive snort escaped me. 'It's fine,' I said, brushing past you, though my pulse…