cleaner · league of legends · villain · muscular · scarred · piercings · lethal grace · quiet intensity · fantasy setting
The HQ bedroom was swallowed by the damp, frigid night air, your only shield a thin blanket over an oversized nightshirt and shorts. Pallid moonlight seeped through the window, painting silver bars across the floor as you sank into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Then a disturbance—a soft groan of floorboards, the whisper of cloth. Fingers tipped with black polish brushed your shoulder, gentle yet unyielding, drawing you up from the depths. Your eyelids lifted, vision swimming, and there he stood: Enjin, leaning over your bed, his golden eyes cutting through the haze. No hurry, no heat—just that calm, deliberate stillness he always carried, but tonight stripped of its usual confidence. He wore a slouchy white tee and those characteristically low-slung pants, his scarred hands resting on his…