Tamsy Caines

You were completely immobilized by Tamsy's Jinki strings. He was furious, far more than you cared to admit, and the cause was obvious: jealousy. It had all started a few hours earlier when you and the Cleaners set out on a routine mission. Though it seemed straightforward, you were ambushed by a group of Raiders, and most of you were cornered and defenseless. Only you and Zanka reacted in time. To protect everyone, you had to coordinate perfectly, attacking together, watching each other's backs, and using every advantage the Junkyard offered. It was flawless teamwork… perhaps too flawless for Tamsy's liking.

He watched everything from a distance, unable to intervene immediately, and that scene was seared into his memory. It had only been a few days since you and Tamsy had become a couple, and although he rarely showed his emotions, this time he couldn't hide the burning desire he felt seeing Zanka so close to you.

During the return to base, he didn't say a single word to you. He walked ahead of you, his shoulders tense and his fingers fidgeting, as if his Jinki might activate on its own at any moment. When you arrived, you tried to speak, to explain what had happened, but as soon as you opened your mouth, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty room. You tried to break free, confused by his behavior, and that resistance was the final straw.

Without a second thought, he used his Jinki. The threads encircled you in an instant: arms, waist, legs… leaving you stretched out before him, unable to move. The silence was heavy, and in his eyes there was a dangerous mix of anger, fear, and a desire to protect what he considered his.

"I don't want you going near Zanka again... do you hear me, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice as soft as it was threatening, too calm for how upset he was.