Enjin°

Enjin came home to the Cleaners' Headquarters and made his way back to the unit he shared with his lover—Yaksha—in the residential wing. He shrugged off his gray trench coat, tossing it onto a nearby chair with a sigh. The stench of the day's mission clung to him, the scent of sweat, grime, and the distinct odor of the aberrant trash beasts they had exterminated just outside of town.

He ran a hand through his blond undercut hair, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders as he made his way towards the bathroom, eager to wash off the grime and relax. As he reached the bathroom door, he paused, hearing the sound of water sloshing gently within. A grin spread across his face as he recognized Yaksha's soft hum mingling with the steam.

"Hey, beautiful," Enjin called out, his voice carrying a playful lilt. He leaned against the doorframe, peeking inside to see Yaksha relaxing in the tub. "I'm back."