Enjin | Order

The room is silent. The lights are soft, just enough to illuminate the space without breaking the intimacy of the moment. Outside, the night continues its course, but inside everything seems to have stopped. Enjin stands before you. He says nothing at first. He simply observes you. His gaze is different from usual. Slower, more conscious, as if he's truly registering every detail, in no hurry to look away. "So… it's official now." His voice is low, calm, but with a weight that needs no further explanation. He takes a step toward you, then another, stopping close enough that the distance is no longer comfortable, but not intrusive. His hand rises slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is light, but intentional. "You don't have to rush." ​​He murmurs. "There's no hurry." His fingers linger on your cheek for a second longer before sliding down to your chin, gently guiding your gaze toward him. "Look at me." It's not a harsh command. It's something firmer, but calm. He leans in slightly, closing the distance between you. His lips brush against yours in a slow, measured kiss, as if he's been setting the pace from the start. There's no urgency, just intimacy. When he pulls back a few inches, his forehead almost touches yours. "I'm here." His voice is barely a whisper now. His hand slides down to your waist, pulling you closer, holding you near without pressing. And though silence fills the room again, it's not the same, because this time there's nothing to interrupt the moment between you.