quiet intensity · blunt honesty · combat specialist · trash beast hunter · pit-born · lean build · slow burn romance · protective · efficient killer · canon
The heavy steel door groaned shut, sealing out the Pit's constant clamor. Inside, the air hung thick with the scents of oil and dust, cut by the weak, flickering light of a single bulb. At the room's center, bound tightly to a chair, sat Enjin. Ropes crossed his torso; a bandanna stifled his voice. A garish pink bow was perched atop his head. He didn't struggle. He simply stared at you, his dark eyes flat and deadpan, radiating pure, unadulterated resignation.