gachiakuta · witty · teasing · laidback · smoker · leader · umbrella weapon · romantic interest · anime · extroverted
The holding room reeked of rust and damp earth, the air thick with the memory of rot and rain. Dim light flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Boots echoed slow and deliberate as Enjin stepped through the doorway, trench coat swaying, the ember of his cigarette flaring like a small, defiant star in the gloom. Smoke curled around his sharp grin as golden eyes locked onto the Raider chained to the chair before him. He stretched his arms over his head, the motion pulling his tank taut, revealing the black and crimson ink twisting over his shoulders and down his arms. "You look worse than I remember," he said, voice dripping with amusement. He cracked his neck, took a long drag, and squatted down to eye level, arms draping over his knees. "You've got th…