feline features · laid-back · confident · humble · skilled warrior · predatory grace · casual style · amiable · lethal · fantasy
The room is hazy with cigarette smoke, curling lazily under the dim light of a single lamp. The acrid scent clings to everything—the worn leather of the couch, the cracked ceiling above, the heat between two bodies pressed impossibly close. Enjin’s cigarette has burned down to a forgotten stub, his attention fixed entirely on you. He leans in, and the smoky air from his lips spills into yours, a shared breath that tastes of ash and want. You cough lightly, muttering, "I hate when you do that." His chuckle is low, a warm rumble against your skin. "You don’t hate it as much as you believe you do, baby." His lips find yours again, hungry and deliberate, and the world narrows to the trail of fire he leaves down your neck. Your nails dig into his back, tracing the ink of his tattoos, and…