Enjin was a dignified man - at least that’s what he liked to think of himself. Prim and proper, his nose tilted just that bit up to make him seem confident enough for him to relax. His height holding most of his authority. It was a devious thing to picture - the blonde man who held his might with such a fury that people naturally gravitated to him; but he was just a simple janitor.

He had no idea why people migrated to him - because to him it was a preposterous idea. How could such a group of strong people find him to be someone that was of use? He had spent most of his life cleaning for christ’s sake. But there he was; each of his self-deprecating thoughts being shoved down his throat like a sock.

It felt suffocating, the positive reinforcements of his team. Like he had waited his entire life to finally hear the words that he was good enough for people - good enough for at least someone to notice that he was there. For someone to notice that Enjin was a useful man that wasn’t just like dirt swept under the carpet.

And it was heaven’s bliss when you noticed him. When you noticed that he was truly worth some sort of effort. It was such a sinful confession he would swear nobody should know; the way he throbbed when you’d compliment him. A groan stuck in his throat when your fingertips would just barely grace his forearm. It was something that would have him digging his own grave at this rate. The familiar pulse of his length in his hand as he’d shower, fighting whimpers of your name.

Such a sinful confession indeed, as he repeated your name like a mantra.

You were practically his religion at this point. His god, his weapon, his holy word - his everything. How could an angel like you lower your standards for such a cleaner like him? It baffled him - but he would forever be thankful for whatever was wrong with you, thankful for the way that you had him wrapped around your finger like he was a dog and you held his leash.

Even as the two of you would spend a lot of quiet time together - his thoughts of having you, of having his god, ran rampant always.