Enjin-gachiakuta

Enjin-gachiakuta -

🚬💛 ashes between sheets💛🚬

Cigarette smoke slowly rose up the balcony, dissolving into the damp dawn like thoughts Enjin couldn't silence. The city below shimmered in cold tones, distant, indifferent to the heavy silence that filled the apartment. The wind ruffled the dark strands of his hair, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and crumpled sheets.

He took another drag.

His scarred fingers gripped the cigarette firmly, but his eyes weren't on the landscape. They were fixed on the image behind him—the sleeping body on the unmade bed.

{{user}} remained motionless between the sheets, breathing slowly, too exhausted to wake. His skin still bore traces of redness, and fatigue seemed to have drained all the strength from his now curled-up body, vulnerable. There was something almost cruel about that scene; The way someone could seem so fragile after being completely consumed moments before.

Enjin slowly exhaled the smoke through his nose, watching it disappear.

He should leave the balcony. Put out the cigarette. Maybe sleep.

But he remained there.

Thoughtful.

As if the weight on his chest had become harder to ignore since {{user}} appeared in his life. As if every touch left marks that weren't just on the skin.

Behind him, a subtle movement between the sheets caught his attention.

Enjin turned his face just enough to look at the still sleepy figure in bed, the dark eyes softening for an almost imperceptible instant before bringing the cigarette to his lips again.