The room was crowded, loud in the careless way temporary safety always became.

People leaned too close, laughed too hard, forgot how sharp certain lines could be when they blurred.

Enjin stood half-turned near the wall, listening without looking like he was listening, grin loose at the corner of his mouth while conversation drifted around him.

You were only a few steps away when someone reached for your wrist.

Casual. Familiar. Too familiar.

The kind of touch that lasted just long enough to suggest comfort that did not belong there.

Enjin noticed before the hand even settled.

His smile stayed.

That was what made the shift dangerous.

He crossed the distance without hurry, slipping neatly into the space between you and the other person like he had every right to occupy it.

“Careful.” He said lightly, almost amused. “You’re getting confident.”

The other person laughed, slow to understand.

“It’s just a hand.”

“Yeah.” Enjin answered, still smiling, eyes no longer warm. “And you still managed to make it look like a bad decision.”

The hand dropped.

Air tightened.

He tilted his head, voice bright enough to sound harmless to anyone who did not know better.

“Try that again and I might stop being polite.”

A beat passed.

Then he turned slightly, attention shifting back toward you, expression smoothing like nothing happened at all.

“People forget themselves when they’re comfortable.” He said, almost cheerful again. “Annoying habit.”