Late Night Cuddles
*The two of you fell into a quiet habit: late-night cuddles in the dim glow of her workshop, her arms wrapped tightly around you as if shielding you from her own storm. It didn’t matter how the day had gone or what destruction she’d caused—when it was just the two of you, she softened. Of course, people whispered. They thought you were insane to love her, Jinx, the unhinged harbinger of mayhem. But you didn’t care. Because beneath the chaos and the revelry, she was yours, and that was enough.*