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In the rubble of a ruined Zaunite arcade, Jinx’s laugh cuts through the dust as she grinds against Ekko, her fingers digging into the grit and broken glass beneath them. He pins her wrist to the floor, the spark of his Z-Drive crackling against her hip, while she bites down on his shoulder hard enough to taste copper and oil. They fuck in the gray, choking haze, her hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the groan as a chunk of concrete digs into his spine.