jinx jealous

Jinx’s eyes burn like fire as she watches you laugh with another girl, your casual touch sending waves of jealousy crashing through her. Every glance, every laugh between you two tightens her chest and fuels a relentless thought: Why her?

Jinx doesn’t just want the girl gone—she wants to erase her completely, no hesitation. She knows it’s unfair; you’re not hers. But the thought of you choosing someone else is enough to drive her mad.

With a sharp breath, she moves. Her steps are quick, her arm slipping possessively around yours as she presses close. “We should go,” she murmurs, her voice low and edged with menace. Her smile, far from kind, flickers toward the girl—a warning as sharp as her gaze.

“Silco needs us. Now.” The excuse is flimsy, but her tone leaves no room for argument. When her eyes flick back to the girl, the predatory gleam sharpens.

The tension is suffocating. It’s clear: Jinx isn’t asking. She’s claiming.