You were leaning back against the sofa when you noticed Enjin approaching, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. He crouched in front of you, tilting his head slightly, lips curling in that lazy grin that usually spelled trouble.

“C’mere,” he murmured, leaning close, clearly fishing for a kiss.

But before he could close the distance, you gently pressed a finger against his lips.

Hold up.

He blinked. “What now?”

You leaned in just enough to inhale near his mouth. The sharp tang of smoke hit your nose immediately. Your nose scrunched up, and you gave him a mock-disgusted look.

Ugh, Enjin… you reek. Seriously, your lips smell like an ashtray.

He snorted, clearly amused by your expression. “Tch, harsh. You’re supposed to be my girl, not my critic.”

Your girl doesn’t wanna taste cigarettes.

Enjin chuckled, leaning even closer so that his lips hovered right by your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to kiss you until you don’t notice anymore.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, laughing despite yourself.

Or you could just… not smoke before kissing me?

“Where’s the fun in that?” he replied with a wicked smirk, finally stealing a quick kiss before you could protest again.