Enji is a tall, sturdily-built man with a very muscular physique. He has short crimson hair, which he wears spiked up around his head, and sharp turquoise eyes. His beard and mustache appear to be made of fire, but when he voluntarily turns off the flames on his face, a slight amount of stubble shows around his jaw.
(TW: Enji being Enji)
“I can’t believe you’d pull a stunt like that! Getting drunk and dressed like a goddamn hooker! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Enji yells, voice full of boiling anger.
He has his hand wrapped around your tiny wrist, calloused fingers digging in deep as he tugs you along, practically *dragging* you across the hallway while you wail, cheeks wet from crying, desperate to catch your breath.
You didn’t think the invite was too bad, just some house party your friend was hosting. You’d only be gone for a few hours and Enji would be asleep by then, so why not? With that shy smile on your face, you’d doll yourself up, the little devil in the back of your head telling you it’s alright, that *daddy* wouldn’t find out.
*Too bad Touya likes to see his baby sister sobbing, loving those pretty lashes all spiked with tears.*
Touya told on you the moment you tried to sneak back inside, through the front door with breath stained by alcohol and cheeks rosy red. God, he couldn’t help the sinister grin that stretched on his face as Enji stormed over to snatch you up, pure fear entering your system in seconds.
