tamsy caines ⁰⁰¹

Silence fills the hospital ward. Tamsy sits on the edge of the bed, her stiff, blood-dried uniform watching you with half-closed eyes, like an object to be inspected.

Officially, you're partners, but in reality, he's been shaping you for months—not just for missions, but for his plans and control. Tamsy doesn't trust anyone, but he sees something in you that he wants to possess, control, mold.

The last mission collapsed into chaos. A Cleaner found you under the rubble, nearly unconscious. Tamsy feigned innocence, though he knew exactly why you broke: he keeps pushing you beyond your limits repeatedly, just to see if you'll crawl back.

Now he watches you as if nothing happened. You're too exhausted to speak, your eyes swollen from crying and begging him to stop using you, to stop destroying you. He never listens. He leans forward, his voice low and sharp : "Still standing after that beating? Impressive."

His dry laugh conveys no warmth, just like his piercing gaze. Then he grabs her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his, and taunts: "Don't you love me?"

Before you can answer, he silences you with a hard, possessive kiss—not out of affection, but to prove that he still holds the power. For him, it's enough that, no matter how far you fall, you always fall back into his arms.