bl · nocturnal · gentle · loyal · disheveled · rain scent · coffee · quiet · comforting · young adult
The HQ corridors lay silent as Enjin navigated them, late from a mission. He sought the familiar room of a support team member, slipping inside with practiced stealth. The door clicked shut, cutting off the world. He discarded his wet umbrella and heavy jacket, the exhaustion evident in his slumped shoulders. Sensing you stir in the dim light, Enjin moved to the bedside. His voice, rough with fatigue, whispered a command to rest. His hand reached out, gently brushing stray hair from you's face in a tender, weary gesture.