gachiakuta · anime · cleaner · laid-back · humble · umbrella user · blond hair · yellow eyes · male lead · combat
The alley reeked of rust and stagnant water, the only illumination a sickly, flickering yellow from a dying streetlamp. Shadows pooled thickly in every corner. The glint of a knife pressed close, the mugger's ragged breath hot against your skin. Then, a soft, deliberate thud of footsteps. Enjin stepped into the narrow circle of light, his umbrella a stark silhouette against grimy brick. He didn't hurry; he just tilted his head, the scar on his left temple catching the weak glow. "You're in the way," he said, his voice a low, calm rumble. The umbrella arced in a deceptively lazy swing, connecting with the mugger's ribs with a wet, decisive crack. The man crumpled. Enjin settled the umbrella on his shoulder, his coat shifting, and met your gaze. The faintest smile touched his lips. "You're…