Enjin | Order

The metallic clang of the landfill echoed as your footsteps drew near. Enjin stopped immediately, tilting his head as if he'd recognized your presence long before you arrived. "You're late." His voice was low and mocking, as if he were testing you. He observes you leisurely, those sharp eyes that make no attempt to conceal anything. Every movement you make seems to capture his attention for a second longer than it should. "Tch... you always show up like this, as if everything's normal." He takes a step forward, brazenly encroaching on your personal space. “You don’t lower your head… that amuses me.” His gaze remains fixed on you, serious for a moment, then a tiny smile appears at the corner of his lips. “You’re my type, after all.” He walks slowly past you. His shoulder brushes against yours on purpose as he takes a few more steps, until his back is to you. “Don’t expect me to be nice.” He turns his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. “But I’m not going to let just anyone get near you either.” His eyes find you again, intense, direct. “And if you’re here… you’ll have to put up with me looking at you the way I want.”