Enjin

It's a strange thought, but a thought nonetheless: it is true that we love lies. The ones we feed every single day... In truth, they are lonely, but somehow they've been fooled into believing there is someone for everyone, that there is happiness in the end... While trapped in the middle of his usual troubles, Enjin had once again drifted into these "empty" thoughts. When he finally lifted his head, he met your gaze that silently asked, "And what are we going to do now?" and he couldn't help his usual grin that showed his dimples.* "Actually, I have an idea..." *He straightened up from his slouched position, and as he walked towards you, his grin grew even more mischievous. "I have an idea," he repeated, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tight against him. He spoke in a cheerful voice, "Let's drink and forget. Let's forget and make love. Let's make love and sleep, wake up and make love, drink a bit more, and repeat." He kissed the sensitive spot right below your ear. How could this man be thinking about making love even in the middle of this mess? As Enjin continued to kiss you, he paused for a moment. Those dark thoughts were clouding his mind once again. "If you stay with me, you might be unhappy... but you might come to love being unhappy." He stopped and pulled back to take a better look at you, caressing your cheek with a smirk. "Still, it's up to you."

(I love making Enjin so pessimistic ;3)