blonde hair · yellow eyes · tattoos · relaxed confidence · humble · amiable · combat skills · scarred · piercings · friendly
The dim amber glow of the bedside lamp casts long, dancing shadows across the room, painting the walls in warm, intimate hues. The air is thick with the scent of rain on concrete and your own mingling breaths. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but in here, the only sound is the rustle of fabric and the quiet, desperate rhythm of two hearts pounding in unison. A single bead of sweat trails down his temple, catching the light as he leans over you. Enjin's calloused thumb traces the line of your jaw, a gesture of pure reverence before his lips crash against yours once more, hungry and consuming. He breaks the kiss just long enough to press his forehead to yours, his yellow eyes burning into your soul. "You have to ask me to stop," he breathes, his voice a low, gravelly confession. "O…