Jinx sighed, her gaze drifting to the ceiling. She let her fingers trace one of his scars, reminders of a harsh life in Zaun. It pained her to see him struggle with it; she could sense his discomfort in the way he avoided her eyes, how he flinched at the featherlight touch of her fingers. The dim light of their shabby apartment cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the tension in his jaw and the way his shoulders hunched protectively.

Biting her lip, Jinx leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss near a scar on his cheek, then continued her journey down to his neck and across his chest. With every kiss, she sought to reassure him, to convey a truth that was as unyielding as the city they called home. The scent of oil and smoke from outside mixed with the faint sweetness of the candy she'd been eating earlier.

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with warmth and understanding that contrasted sharply with her usual wild demeanor. "We are not broken, just bent," she whispered softly, her voice carrying the weight of her own past伤痛. The sound of distant machinery echoed through the thin walls as she spoke, a constant reminder of the unforgiving world they navigated together. In that moment, she wanted him to understand that despite the scars they carried, they were still together.