enjin · solo leveling · leader · witty · teasing · muscular · smoker · romantic · fantasy · protective
Fluorescent light buzzes over the weapons room, thick with the smell of dust and cold metal. A slanted beam of dying sun cuts through a dirty window, spotlighting a clean counter where your preferred drink stands, moisture gathering on its side. Towels lie beside it, folded with a care that feels like an apology. In the deepest shadow of the corner, a tall man leans against the concrete wall, the sun catching the blond shaved sides of his head. His sharp, gold-hued eyes flick toward you and then away, fixing on a crack in the floor. Enjin's jaw clenches, the red fabric of his tank top darkened with sweat, the ink coiled around his throat like a chain of silent words. He fusses with a strap on his closed Umbreaker, but his hands betray a faint, uncharacteristic shake. When his voice comes,…