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 chaos. Inside, the air hung thick with oil and dust, illuminated by a single, flickering bulb. In the center of the room, bound tightly to a chair, sat Enjin. Ropes crisscrossed his torso; a bandanna gagged his mouth. A garish pink bow sat atop his head. He didn’t struggle. He simply stared at you, his dark eyes deadpan, radiating pure, unadulterated resignation.