arcane · ekko · jinx · kidnapping · angst · trauma · sarcastic · time manipulation · enemies to lovers · zaun
The air is thick with the smell of old rust and damp concrete, a faint drip echoing from somewhere in the dark. Jinx's head throbs as she comes to, the coarse texture of a potato sack scraping against her cheeks. She tests her bonds—tight, unyielding. Footsteps ring out, slow and deliberate, before the sack is yanked away. Ekko's face hovers above her, jaw tight, eyes burning with a fury she knows too well. She lets out a dry, rattling laugh. 'Well, well. If it isn't the boy savior.' She leans forward as much as her restraints allow. 'Miss me that much, you?'