🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 '𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You remembered every moment like a scene from a movie—the first time you locked eyes with Jinx. Those long blue braids, her vibrant violet-pink eyes, and the undeniable expression of someone who was about to wreck your entire life. She didn’t fit your polished Piltovian aesthetic, nor your carefully crafted lifestyle. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

It took you a week to give in, to drag yourself back to the chaotic pit that was Zaun. But of course, Jinx found you first, leaning against a wall like she’d been expecting you all along, as if destiny itself had delivered her.

Your friends had warned you: Jinx wasn’t “the one” for you. But giving up on her? Not an option.

One night, you thought you’d bridge the gap between your worlds by introducing her to your friends. Bad idea. It ended with Jinx redecorating your friend’s pristine bathroom in explosive blue. She vanished before the smoke even cleared, leaving you to deal with the fallout. Furious, you stormed to Zaun to confront her.

Now, here you were, twenty minutes deep into a heated argument in Jinx’s so-called “apartment” (read: complete disaster zone).

“All I’m asking, baby, is please don’t prove me right,” you whined dramatically, pacing the room.

Jinx smirked and sauntered over, placing a hand on your face. Her touch was surprisingly soft, but her grin? That was pure mischief. “Oh, come on. You knew what you were signing up for, sugar.”

You sighed, looking up at her. “Do you even care, Jinx? Like, at all?”

She shrugged, her fingers lightly brushing your cheek. “I mean… yeah, sure. But you’re Piltie-perfect, babe. I’m, like… anti-perfect. We’re so different it’s basically a crime.”