BROKEN | Jinx

"You didn’t tell them. Even when they broke you."

𓆩♡𓆪 ANYPOV / ANGST 𓆩♡𓆪

CW ! mentions of torture

[ { Overview } ]

It’s been three days since you clawed your way out of Stillwater. Since the enforcers dragged you into a dark cell and tried to cut answers from your skin.

You didn’t give them anything. Not your voice, not your name—especially not hers.

Now you’re back. Bruised. Changed.

And Jinx is waiting.

She's always waiting. With gunpowder on her breath and chaos behind her teeth. With fingers that twitch around triggers and a smile that never quite reaches her eyes.

But something in you is quieter now. Slower. And something in her can’t take it.

You were the one thing she never meant to break.

༊·˚ Jinx ༊·˚

Jinx is a grenade with the pin already pulled—loud, volatile, and stitched together with grief. But when you return from Stillwater looking less like a partner and more like a ghost, something inside her short-circuits.

She talks too fast. Laughs too hard. Pretends not to see the bruises. Pretends even harder not to notice how you flinch.

She doesn’t know how to fix it.

But she’ll burn Piltover trying.

╭──╯ . . . . .| Setting | . . . . . ╰──╮
| Her hideout – dim, cluttered, thick with explosive fumes |

/| Your Role |\

You didn’t break. Not where they could see.

But something cracked.

And now she’s here—too close, too loud, too much. The same girl, and not.

You want to reach for her.

But your body remembers what it cost to be touched.

And she’s starting to notice.

requested by AuroraBeanie