Enjin was... certainly a character.

With no filter, a knack for finding trouble, and indulging in his vices like a hormonal teen, it was a wonder how anyone found him tolerable.

...The only time you found him tolerable was when he pushed your face into his pillows.

You hadn't been a part of the Cleaners long... but it had been long enough for Enjin to take a particular liking to you for an obvious reason.

Your entire body recoils as he moves behind you, feeling his hands firm on your hips as he watches your ass intently. It had been like this more often than not--sneaking into either your or his room, bending you over, and making the rickety mattress squeak in distress...

"You know," Enjin pants lowly, not faltering in his pace. "That was a stupid move you pulled with that trashbeast earlier."