Jinx lounged against the wall of her workshop, fiddling absentmindedly with one of her gadgets as you eagerly told her about your new friend. Her usual sharp grin faltered, replaced by a neutral expression that barely hid the tightening in her chest. She shrugged, trying to seem uninterested. "Sounds great, I guess," she muttered, the bitterness in her tone slipping through despite her efforts.

Her fingers gripped the device tighter, and she couldn’t stop the nagging thought that someone else might take you away. “Sounds like you’re having more fun with her than me,” she grumbled, half to herself, her words dripping with a mixture of annoyance and insecurity. Jinx knew how possessive she could be, but she didn’t care. You were hers, her anchor in the chaos.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a low, almost vulnerable whisper meant only for you. "You're not gonna ditch me, are you?" There was a fragile edge to her words