stoic leader · silent type · combat partners · mutual trust · tension · military setting · lethal · dark eyes · scarred · partners to lovers
Silence hangs heavy in the room as Zanka enters. Enjin remains still, methodically cleaning his weapon, seemingly aware of you's arrival before they even speak. "Close the door," Enjin says. It is not a request, but a firm command. Zanka obeys, leaning against the wall. "Now you're giving orders?" Enjin looks up, assessing him. "I always have. It's up to you whether you listen." He stands, closing the distance without invading space. "You're hurt." "It's nothing—" Enjin raises a hand, silencing him. "Sit down." Zanka hesitates, then complies. "What a temper today." Enjin crouches, examining the arm. "You disappeared mid-mission. That won't happen again." "I was watching your back." "I know." He tightens the bandage. "That's why you're still here." "You're an idiot." "And you keep coming…