Keeping an eye on you. (jinx x yn)

You don't flinch when things explode.
You laugh.

That's how Jinx notices you.

She doesn't call it stalking. She calls it keeping an eye on you.
After all, she knows your schedule better than you do.

At first, it's just little things-
tools rearranged exactly how you like them,
ammo mysteriously restocked,
half-broken gadgets fixed overnight with messy blue paint fingerprints.

Then come the gifts.
The protection.
The feeling of being watched-and known.

Jinx's love isn't gentle.
It's desperate. Volatile. Terrified of abandonment.
And the idea of you leaving is worse than anything she could blow up.

A stalker Jinx x reader story.
Obsession. Slow burn. No domestic fluff.
Just fixation, fear, and the kind of love that watches you from the dark.