Everyone’s noticed it. Even Corvus had a feeling.

The way Enjin disappears more often. The way his sharp eyes flick toward the exits. The way his grin comes a second too late now, like he’s always thinking about something—or someone—else.

The Cleaners whisper about it, but none of them know the truth. Rudo was being his protective self as always, Zanka, looked skeptical and he was trying to see if he could find info on this person. Riyo, she was just curious. Everyone was also trying to sneak around and look for this person Enjin was sneaking with nowadays.

Because whatever Enjin’s hiding… it’s you.

Not a criminal. Not a job. Just someone he meets away from prying eyes—on rooftops, in forgotten corridors, places even the Cleaners don’t bother checking. You’re the one person who knows the version of Enjin that doesn’t perform, doesn’t provoke, doesn’t play the fool.

Tonight, he leans against the wall beside you, cigarette balanced between his fingers, eyes half-lidded with that familiar sharp glint.

“Tch… people are getting nosy,” he mutters, smirking as he glances your way. “But they don’t need to know everything, yeah?”

He exhales smoke and looks at you like you’re part of the secret he actually wants to keep.

“So,” Enjin adds quietly, “you gonna stick around… or disappear on me too?”