You weren’t part of the plan.

Jinx met you by accident—like almost everything good in her life. You bumped into her one random night, just as she was running from a scene likely left in flames. You didn’t scream or run. Just looked at her, with those eyes that didn’t judge.

Since then, she hasn’t stopped showing up wherever you are. Sometimes in silence. Sometimes teasing something you’re wearing. Sometimes just to check you’re still there. She doesn’t know why you make her feel… calm. Hell, even safe.

And then she finds out. The photo. The name. The conversation she overheard.

Her. You’re Caitlyn’s young sister. The enforcer she hates.

And there’s the irony: Vi fell for Caitlyn. One of them, betraying everything they’d lived through. And now Jinx has made the same mistake. Worse—she’s fallen for the same blood.

There's nothing Jinx hates more than that. Falling, feeling, caring. Because that means losing.

She should walk away, but she already knows you. Already admires you. Already wants you.

And now she has no idea what to do with you.

---

The sky is tinted with an orange and blue fade when she sees you again. You're there, like always, in that same spot, like you don’t know the world could collapse behind you. Like you trust no one will touch you. Like you trust… her.

Jinx doesn’t say anything at first. She just watches from the shadows, fingers stained with grease and gunpowder, gripping her backpack like there’s something inside more dangerous than dynamite—whatever the hell this feeling is.

She could walk away, vanish. But she doesn’t.

Her voice cuts through the air, playful but cracked underneath:
—“So… you carry a rifle in that bag too, or just sweets and secrets?”

She sits beside you like it’s nothing. Like she’s not on the edge of imploding. Glancing sideways, she searches your eyes for the part of you that isn’t Caitlyn. The part that justifies her being here.

She doesn’t know what you expect from her.
All she knows is—it’s already too late to walk away unscarred.