୨୧ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - hypothetically.. what if you and tamsy were secretly the ‘two angels’?— but you’re different compared to him..
୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - HEAVILY MANGA SPOILERS!, sorta slowburn?, tamsy & reader kinda crushing on each other, smut eventually, applies to the ‘two angel’ theory, tamsy’s real personality used, kinda rushed, not proofread, amo’s childhood mentioned, love confession, and dark content in general. please read at your own risk.
୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - angel! tamsy caines x angel! fem reader
you and tamsy had successfully entered the sphere, tamsy’s mission was to kill regto.
but you never questioned it, not because you didn’t care, but because you trusted him more than you trusted your own thoughts.
you weren’t like tamsy who’s all evil— you were actually really kind hearted who often felt guilty about being cruel.
wherever he went, you followed quietly behind him like a ghost that never dared to step out of line, your steps hesitant while his were calm and certain, like he had done this a thousand times before.
the sphere at night felt strangely peaceful, almost too peaceful for the kind of mission you both were carrying out, the streets empty and quiet as soft wind brushed against the buildings and the dim lights glowing from far away houses.
your fingers twisted together nervously as you walked behind him, your chest tight with a feeling you couldn’t properly explain, something between dread and guilt slowly creeping into your stomach.
“tamsy..? are you sure about this—” you mumbled softly, your voice barely louder than the wind.
“shut it. i told you it’s fine. just shut up and listen to what i do.” he quickly replied, his tone calm but sharp enough to cut through your chest.
you immediately flinched at the harshness of his voice, your shoulders shrinking slightly as you nodded even though he wasn’t looking at you.
he continued walking like nothing happened, his hands resting casually inside his coat pockets as if this was just another normal night for him.
after a few more quiet minutes of walking through narrow streets and dim alleys, he finally slowed down in front of a small house sitting quietly at the edge of the neighborhood.
the warm light glowing through the window made the place look peaceful and lived in, like someone kind lived there.
the smell of food faintly drifted through the air, and you could hear soft movement inside the house. your stomach twisted painfully at the thought of what was about to happen.
tamsy stepped forward without hesitation and gently pushed the door open.
the quiet creak of the wood made your heart pound harder in your chest as you followed behind him slowly, your eyes nervously scanning the room like you were hoping something would suddenly stop all of this from happening.
“tamsy… i don’t want to do this anymore…” you whispered weakly, your voice shaking as you looked around the small living room filled with simple furniture and books stacked neatly on shelves.
“if you don’t shut up… i’ll kill you as well.”
his words were said so calmly it made them even more terrifying.
your breath caught in your throat, and the words you wanted to say died before they could even leave your mouth. you knew he was probably exaggerating… probably. but the way he said it made your body freeze anyway.
before you could say anything else, a quiet voice spoke from deeper inside the house.
“hello? is someone there?”
the moment you saw regto standing in the doorway, everything happened too fast for your brain to process.
but tamsy managed to moved first.
the sword slid straight through regto’s chest with a horrifying sound.
your body jerked violently as a choked gasp escaped through your fingers, your hands instantly flying to your mouth as your eyes widened in pure shock.
the room suddenly felt too small, too quiet, the only sound being the dull thud of regto collapsing onto the wooden floor as blood slowly spread beneath him.
your entire body trembled uncontrollably as you stared at the scene in front of you, your breathing uneven and shallow like the air had suddenly become too heavy to breathe properly.
tamsy calmly pulled the sword back out of regto’s chest, a quiet hum leaving his lips as he tilted his head slightly while observing the body on the floor.
“mission successful, huh…” he said with a faint smile.
you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, all you could do was stare.
tamsy turned toward you, his expression relaxed despite the blood dripping slowly from the blade in his hand. he walked over without a hint of hesitation before suddenly grabbing your wrist firmly.
“come on,” he said casually.
your legs moved automatically as he dragged you toward the back of the house.
“stop shaking. we don’t have time.”
his grip tightened slightly as he pulled you into a small study room filled with books and scattered papers.
he crouched beside regto’s body again and began searching through his coat pockets with quick, practiced movements. after a few seconds, his hand finally pulled out a worn looking book.
the title on the cover read watchman series.
“ah. there it is,” he muttered quietly.
he flipped through a few pages quickly before closing the book and slipping it inside his coat.
“this was the real objective.”
your voice trembled when you spoke again. “tamsy.. this… this feels wrong…”
he glanced at you briefly, his eyes calm but slightly irritated.“everything we do is wrong,” he replied flatly. “and you’re just realizing that now?”
he simply grabbed your wrist again and began pulling you toward the door. “let’s go before someone finds the body.”
the escape from the sphere happened quickly.
tamsy barely slowed down once as he led you through hidden paths and narrow streets until the two of you finally returned back to the ground.
by the time you reached the cleaners headquarters, your body was still trembling slightly and your mind kept replaying the same moment over and over again—the sound of the sword, the way regto collapsed, the blood spreading across the floor.
but inside the headquarters, everything felt normal.
people talked casually in the halls, footsteps echoed against the floors, and distant voices carried through the building like nothing terrible had happened at all.
when you both reached a quiet hallway, tamsy suddenly stopped walking and turned toward you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at your pale face.
“why are you still making that face?” he asked flatly.
you lowered your eyes immediately. “i— i’m sorry…”
his expression darkened slightly. “you’re still thinking about it?” you nodded weakly. for a moment, his patience snapped.
“you’re unbelievable,” he said coldly. “do you know how important that mission was? and you’re standing here shaking like a child.”
your shoulders flinched again. “i’m sorry…”
“sorry doesn’t fix anything.”
the hallway felt heavy with tension as he stared down at you, irritation clear in his eyes. for a moment you honestly thought he might hurt you.
but instead, he sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his long hair.
“…damn it.” his voice softened slightly when he spoke again. “look at me.”
you slowly lifted your head. he stared at you carefully for a long moment before muttering quietly under his breath.
“but that’s exactly why you need to learn,” he continued quietly. “if you keep reacting like that, you won’t survive.”
he reached forward suddenly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.
“so stop feeling guilty,” he said.
his thumb brushed away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. “…understand?”
after regto’s death, chaos slowly spread through the sphere. investigations started, rumors spread, and eventually the blame landed on one person.
who was accused of murder, and judged without hearing his story, and thrown down to the ground.
you watched everything happen from a distance, your chest tightening painfully the entire time. you knew the truth, and yet you said nothing.
“tamsy…” you whispered. “don’t,” he replied without even looking at you. “this is how things are supposed to go.”
and you didn’t speak again.
down on the ground, rudo somehow survived.
and eventually he met enjin, who rescued him and brought him into the cleaners.
that was when things started getting complicated. because eventually, rudo arrived at the cleaners headquarters.
the first time he stepped into the building, you noticed him immediately. he looked angry, confused, and lost all at once as his eyes scanned the unfamiliar place around him.
when his gaze finally landed on you, you instinctively gave him a small, gentle smile.
“hi… you must be rudo,” you said softly.
your voice was warm and kind, the complete opposite of what he expected from someone in the cleaners.
he blinked in slight confusion.
before he could say anything else, tamsy appeared behind you.
“ah, so this is the new one,” he said casually, smiling politely. his friendly voice and calm demeanor made him seem completely harmless.
rudo looked between the two of you, but he still had absolutely no idea.
a few nights later, you sat alone in your dorm, your hands clasped tightly together as the familiar feeling of guilt crept back into your chest.
you could still see regto’s face in your mind.
you jumped slightly when tamsy’s voice spoke from behind you. you didn’t turn around.
“…i can’t stop thinking about it,” you admitted quietly.
“…regto.” the air went completely silent. “…if we didn’t do that… maybe rudo wouldn’t have suffered like this.”
tamsy’s eyes darkened immediately. “so you’re blaming yourself now?”
he let out a quiet laugh, but it wasn’t kind.
“guilty?” he stepped closer until he was standing right behind you. “after everything we’ve done, that’s what bothers you?”
you flinched slightly. “…tamsy—”
“stop talking like that.” his voice suddenly snapped with sharp irritation.
“do you even understand what we are?” he asked coldly.
you slowly shook your head. his eyes stared down at you intensely.
“we are angels,” he said quietly. “we decide how things move.” your hands clenched tightly in your lap.
“…but rudo didn’t deserve that.”
for a moment, tamsy looked genuinely furious. “you’re pathetic,” he muttered. your chest tightened painfully.
“if you keep thinking like that,” he continued coldly, “you’ll ruin everything.”
you lowered your head. “…i know.”
he stared at you silently for a long moment before sighing again in frustration.
his hand suddenly rested on your head. not gentle, but not harsh either. “you’re still the same,” he muttered. “…is that bad?” you whispered.
tamsy didn’t answer right away. his eyes briefly glanced toward the building where rudo was staying before looking back at you.
“…no,” he finally said quietly.
“never understood why you never.. actually killed me yet.” you mumbled.
tamsy angelic pupil-less eyes stared into yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
his breath was hot against your face as he leaned in closer, his blonde hair tickling your cheek. a cruel smirk played at the corner of his lips, the scar on his face twisting grotesquely.
“killing you would be far too easy. far too kind.“ as his hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip.
he pressed his lips hard against yours, kissing you with a fervor that bordered on painful.
his tongue pushed past your teeth, invading your mouth, claiming every inch of you.
he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to deepen the kiss.
his other hand roamed your curves, squeezing and groping shamelessly. he ground his hips against yours, letting you feel the hard length of him through his pants.
breaking the kiss, he growled against your lips, “let me hear how much you need me.” his fingers found the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of your stomach.
he traced the lines of your ribs, his touch electric and consuming.
you moan quietly, “t-tamsy.. we shouldn’t.. do this,”
tamsy chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a chill down your spine. he didn’t stop his ministrations, his hand sliding higher, cupping the swell of your breast through your bra.
he could feel your breast’s hardening under his touch, betraying your body’s desire.
“shouldn’t we?” he taunted, his thumb and forefinger finding your nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud. bis other hand slid down to your ass, squeezing the firm globe roughly.
“your mouth says no, but your body..” he leaned in to growl in your ear, “your body is screaming yes. it’s begging for my touch.”
he captured your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, tasting you, consuming you.
his hips pressed harder against yours, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. he wanted you to feel every inch of him, to know the effect you had.
tamsy’s hand slid under your bra, pushing the cup aside to expose your breast to the cool air. his rough, calloused fingers found your nipple, rolling and tugging at the hardened nub.
a shudder ran through your body at the intense sensation, a soft gasp escaping your lips.
he took advantage of your lips, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you, owning you. his other hand slid down to the waistband of your pants, popping the button open with ease.
he slipped his hand inside, his fingers brushing against your clothed sex, feeling the heat emanating from your core.
tamsy pulled back from the kiss, a wicked grin on his face. his angelic eyes gleamed with a manic intensity as he watched your reactions, drinking in every shudder, every gasp, every whimper.
tamsy’s grin widened, predatory smile at your breathless plea. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion.
the cool air hit your heated skin, making you gasp. his eyes roaming over your curves with a hunger that made your heart race.
“more?” he growled, his fingers brushing against your slick folds. he could feel how wet you were, how ready. he circled your clit with a rough finger, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make your hips buck against his hand.
his other hand pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. he unhooked your bra with a deft flick of his fingers, freeing your breasts.
they bounced slightly from the movement, your nipples hardened into tightpeaks in the cool air.
tamsy leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it lightly.
his two fingers plunging deep inside you, curling to hit that spot that made your toes curl.
“let me feel you fall apart on my fingers.” he said against your breast, his hot breath fanning over your skin. his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, the pleasure building rapidly inside you.
he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your body tensing as your climax becomes higher and higher
“tamsyyyy!.. not gonna lastt..”
tamsy could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax approached. he thrust harder, faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace.
his thumb rubbed tight, rapid circles over your clit, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
he wanted to memorize every second, every expression, every sound that fell from your lips.
“i want to feel you come undone on my fingers.” he commanded, his voice rough with his own desire. his eyes seeking into yours, watching as your orgasm crashed over you.
he curled his fingers just right, pressing against that spot inside you that made your vision go white. at the same time, he pinched your clit hard, sending youover the edge.
your back arched, a scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm ripped through you.
tamsy groaned, a deep, approving sound as he felt your release. he continued to thrust shallowly, helping to ride out your high, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible.
when your body finally started to relax, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. he made a show of licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he savored your taste.
as his hand slid down to grip your thigh, squeezing the tender flesh hard enough to leave bruises. he hitched your leg over his hip, opening you up to him further.
tamsy’s other hand reached between your bodies, freeing his hard, aching cock from the confines of his pants. he stroked it a few times, hissing at the sensation.
then he was at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your sensitive folds. with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you around his thick length.
tamsy groaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled through his chest as he hilted inside you.
he was so deep, so full, stretching you around his thick length. ne paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion, feeling your walls fluttering and clenching around him.
his hands gripped your hips hard, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fought the urge to start moving.
he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. his tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, tangling with it. he poured all his desire, all his hunger into that kiss.
tamsy hips started to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in, burying himself deep.
he set a hard, fast pace, the bed creaking rhythmically beneath you with each powerful thrust. his hands roamed your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin, leaving no part of you untouched.
he could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, your body tensing as another orgasm approached.
he angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, determined to make you come undone on his cock.
with a final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing. his hot seed erupted inside you, coating your walls with his cum. he groaned long and low, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
hs collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he caught his breath.
after a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so that you were draped across his chest.
his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. he could feel your heart pounding against his, your breathing still ragged from your shared climax.
tamsy’s hand came up to stroke your hair, his fingers combing through the sweat-dampened strands.
he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. his angelic eyes were soft, almost tender as they looked into yours. he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss.
the next day you woke up with that same heavy feeling sitting deep in your chest, even if you and tamsy had intimacy. you’ve noticed tamsy wasn’t in your room— so you decided to stay in bed for a bit.
the cleaners headquarters was already slowly coming to life outside your room. there was faint sounds of footsteps echoing through the halls and quiet conversations drifting through the walls.
your mind wandered again like it always did lately, drifting back to the same memories you tried so hard to push away — the dim lights inside that house, the quiet voice that asked who was there, the sound of a blade stabbing through the flesh.
you swallowed quietly and rubbed your eyes before finally forcing yourself to sit up. “stop thinking about it…” you murmured to yourself weakly, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up slowly.
the day was starting whether you were ready or not.
after getting dressed, you eventually stepped out into the hall, the familiar scent of metal and cleaning supplies lingering faintly in the air.
as you walked toward the main lounge, you noticed a familiar messy white head of hair sitting at one of the tables.
it was rudo, hunched slightly over while poking at something on the table with a confused look on his face.
he looked frustrated, muttering under his breath as he tried to understand whatever tool had been left there by one of the other cleaners. you paused for a moment before walking over quietly.
“morning, rudo,” you said softly.
he looked up immediately, blinking once before relaxing slightly when he recognized you. “oh… morning.”
you sat down across from him, glancing at the object in his hands. “what are you trying to do?”
“this stupid thing,” he muttered, lifting it slightly. “i think it’s broken or something.”
you leaned closer to look at it, tilting your head slightly before gently taking it from his hands. “it’s not broken… you just have to twist this part first.” your fingers carefully adjusted the piece before handing it back to him again.
and this time it worked. his eyes widened slightly in surprise. “oh.”
he stared at the tool for another second before looking back at you, a small grin forming on his face. “you’re kinda helpful.”
“kinda?” you teased softly.
he shrugged. “don’t push it.”
the two of you ended up sitting there longer than you expected, talking about small things while rudo continued messing with different tools around the table.
your voice stayed gentle and patient whenever he asked questions about how certain things worked around the cleaners headquarters, and slowly his guarded expression started to soften.
you noticed the way he relaxed more when talking to you, the tension in his shoulders easing little by little as the conversation went on.
what you didn’t notice was the pair of eyes quietly watching from the doorway.
tamsy leaned casually against the frame of the door, his arms crossed loosely as he observed the scene in front of him.
from the outside, his expression looked calm as usual, almost bored even, but his eyes followed every movement you made with careful attention. the way you smiled at rudo.
the way your voice softened when you explained something. the way rudo leaned closer without even realizing it.
his gaze lingered there for a long moment.
then he quietly walked away.
later that evening, the halls of the headquarters had become much quieter as most cleaners returned to their rooms after finishing their work for the day. you were walking down one of the hallways when a voice suddenly spoke from behind you.
you turned around quickly, surprised to see tamsy standing there.
his posture looked relaxed.
“you’ve been spending a lot of time with rudo,” he said casually.
you blinked. “…yeah. he’s still new here, so i thought maybe i could help him understand things.”
tamsy tilted his head slightly, studying your face. “how kind of you.”
you nodded awkwardly. “…he seems really lonely.”
for a moment, tamsy said nothing. then he laughed quietly under his breath. “lonely?”
his voice held a strange edge now. “you’re worried about him?” you frowned slightly, confused by his tone. “…why wouldn’t i be?”
his smile faded. “interesting.”
the air between you both suddenly felt heavier.
“i didn’t realize you had so much sympathy for him,” he continued slowly.
your chest tightened slightly. “…tamsy, what’s wrong?” his eyes looked directly into yours now, sharp and unreadable.
“do you remember our mission?” he asked quietly. your stomach dropped immediately. “…of course i do.”
“do you remember what we had to do?”
his voice lowered slightly. “then tell me something.” he stepped closer. “why are you getting so attached to the boy whose life we destroyed?”
your breath caught. “i’m not attached,” said quickly.
“really?” his eyes narrowed.
“because from where i’m standing, it looks like you care about him more than you care about the person who’s been beside you this entire time.”
your hands clenched slightly. “…that’s not true.”
his voice wasn’t loud, but it cut deep. “i brought you here,” he continued quietly. “i trusted you with everything. every mission, every secret.”
he took another step closer. “and now you’re smiling with him like nothing ever happened.”
guilt began creeping painfully through your chest. “…tamsy, i didn’t mean—”
“you didn’t mean to what?”
he interrupted softly. “…forget about me?” your eyes widened slightly. “no—”
his expression hardened slightly. “then stop acting like you’re some saint who can fix his life,” he said quietly. “because the reason he’s here suffering in the first place…”
his gaze locked onto yours. “is because of us.” your throat tightened. “…i know.”
for a moment, silence filled the hallway. then tamsy sighed softly and looked away.
his voice returned to that calm tone again. “then remember where your loyalties belong.”
he gently reached out and rested his hand on your head briefly. but the gesture almost looked comforting, but it felt heavy.
“don’t make me think you’re choosing someone else over me,” he murmured quietly.
then he walked past you and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you standing there alone with that familiar feeling twisting painfully in your chest.
later that day the cleaners headquarters had finally grown quiet again after the earlier mission teams leaving.
the building always felt strangely different after groups went out — the halls emptier, the voices fewer, the usual busy energy fading into a calmer silence that echoed faintly through the long halls.
you had spent most of the afternoon doing small tasks around the headquarters, helping organize equipment and cleaning tools left behind by other cleaners, but your mind kept wandering back to the mission you and tamsy hadn’t been assigned to.
it wasn’t unusual for different teams to be sent out without the two of you, but something about it felt strange, especially since you had overheard a few cleaners mentioning that rudo had gone along with them.
by the time the cleaners started returning, the sun had already begun lowering outside, faint light slipping through the high windows of the headquarters and stretching across the floors.
you were walking through one of the long hallways when you suddenly noticed a familiar figure turning the corner ahead.
rudo looked a little more worn out than usual, dust clinging to his clothes and his hair messier than before, like whatever happened during the mission hadn’t exactly been simple. when he noticed you standing there, he slowed down slightly.
you gave him a small smile. “hi, rudo. welcome back.”
he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he stepped closer, still catching his breath a little from whatever had happened earlier. “yeah… that mission was kinda weird.”
you tilted your head slightly. “weird?”
rudo nodded, glancing around the hallway like he was making sure no one else was listening too closely before speaking again.
“we ran into someone,” he said. “a girl.” your curiosity immediately grew. “a girl?”
“yeah,” he continued. “her name was amo.”
the name was unfamiliar to you, but the way rudo said it made it sound important. you leaned slightly against the wall as he explained, your expression attentive and soft while he talked.
“she was.. something,” he admitted. “not exactly an enemy, but not really on our side either. she had this choker thing on her neck that let her communicate with someone else, and she kept talking like she was being watched the whole time.”
your eyebrows lowered slightly in confusion.
“that sounds… unsettling.”
“yeah, it was,” rudo muttered. “but she wasn’t bad. honestly, she looked more confused than anything.”
he paused for a moment before continuing.
“we ended up fighting for a bit because everything got messy, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt anyone that badly. it felt like she was just… stuck doing what someone else told her.”
your chest tightened a little at that description. “that sounds lonely.”
rudo shrugged slightly. “maybe.”
for a moment the two of you stood there quietly in the hallway, the distant sounds of other cleaners returning drifting faintly through the building.
then rudo gave a small, tired grin. “anyway, i’ve never met someone like that before.”
you smiled gently. “i’m glad you came back safe.” he blinked slightly at that. “…thanks.”
after talking for a few more minutes, rudo eventually excused himself to go clean up, leaving you standing there in the hallway with the quiet echo of his footsteps fading into the distance.
the story he told you lingered in your mind longer than you expected — a girl with a choker who seemed controlled by someone else, fighting even though she didn’t really want to.
by the time night had fully settled over the headquarters, you had already returned to your room.
as you sat on the edge of your bed, still thinking about everything rudo had told you earlier. your fingers twisted slightly together as the image formed in your mind — a girl forced into situations she didn’t fully understand.
a quiet knock suddenly broke your thoughts, before you could even respond, the door slowly opened.
tamsy stepped inside like he already knew you were awake. “you’re still up,” he said casually, closing the door behind him.
you looked up slightly. “tamsy.”
he leaned lightly against the wall, studying your expression with calm curiosity.
“something’s on your mind.”
you hesitated for a moment before speaking. “…rudo told me about their mission today.”
his eyes sharpened slightly. “oh?” you nodded slowly. “they met someone. a girl named amo.”
for a brief moment, something unreadable flickered across his face.
you continued explaining everything rudo told you, describing the strange choker she wore and the way she seemed forced to follow someone else’s orders.
while you spoke, tamsy remained silent, listening carefully with his arms loosely crossed and his eyes fixed on you.
“rudo said she looked confused,” you finished quietly. “like she didn’t really want to be there.”
the room fell silent for a moment, then tamsy let out a quiet hum. “how interesting.”
you looked up at him slightly. “…do you think she’s dangerous?” he tilted his head thoughtfully. “that depends.”
“…on what?” his faint smile slowly returned. “on who’s controlling her.”
you didn’t respond right away, but the uneasy feeling in your chest slowly returned again — the same quiet discomfort that often followed whenever tamsy started thinking too deeply about something.
after a moment, he pushed himself off the wall.
“thank you for telling me,” he said calmly.
you blinked slightly. “…you’re welcome.”
he walked toward the door before pausing briefly. “you really do tell me everything, don’t you?” his voice sounded almost amused, you gave a small nod. “…of course.”
tamsy watched you for a second longer. then he smiled again. “good.”
and with that, he quietly stepped out of your room, the door closing softly behind him.
later at night, you were getting ready to sleep when a quiet knock tapped against your door.
the cleaners headquarters had already fallen into the kind of silence that only happens late at night
while you sat on the edge of your bed, fingers slowly against your scalp, trying to smooth it after the long day.
your mind still wandered back to the conversation you had earlier with rudo — the girl he described meeting during the mission, the way he said she seemed confused and controlled by something else.
the thought lingered quietly in your mind until the knock came again, soft but deliberate.
“…come in,” you murmured.
tamsy stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him so the latch barely made a sound.
his presence immediately filled the quiet room, calm and composed like always, though there was something faintly pleased hidden behind his usual relaxed expression. he leaned lightly against the door for a moment, studying you while you sat there.
“still awake?” he asked casually.
you nodded a little. “i was about to sleep… did something happen?”
tamsy didn’t answer right away. instead, he watched you quietly for a few seconds, like he was considering something. then he pushed himself off the door.
“come with me,” he said simply.
you blinked. “…right now?”
your stomach tightened slightly. “…where are we going?” his faint smile remained unchanged. “you’ll see.”
you hesitated, but you still stood up and slipped your shoes back on.
whenever tamsy said things like that, he rarely explained until he was ready. the hallway outside your room was dim and quiet when you stepped out together.
but instead of heading toward any familiar rooms, tamsy turned toward the stairwell. the one that led down, you slowed slightly.
he glanced back briefly. “keep up.”
the two of you descended the stone steps slowly, the air growing colder the further down you went.
the underground part of the cleaners headquarters was rarely used, most people avoiding it unless they absolutely needed to come here. the walls were rougher, older, and the light barely reached the corners of the hallways.
eventually tamsy stopped in front of a heavy metal door.
he pulled a key from his pocket, the lock clicked open. the door creaked slowly as he pushed it inward.
dim light from the hallway spilled inside the small underground cell.
and that’s when you saw her.
the girl amo who sat on the floor with her back against the wall, her dark hair messy and falling across her face.
her wrists were loosely restrained, resting in her lap, and the choker rudo described earlier was completely gone from her neck.
her head lifted slowly when the door opened, blinking against the light while her tired eyes adjusted.
your breath caught immediately. “…tamsy.”
he stepped inside like it was just another room. “surprise,” he said lightly.
you remained near the doorway, staring at the girl while the realization slowly settled in your chest.
tamsy tilted his head slightly. “kidnapped is such a dramatic word,” he replied calmly. “i prefer secured.”
although amo said nothing.
her eyes moved slowly between the two of you, quiet and watchful, though exhaustion lingered in her expression.
there was no anger in her face, no shouting, no resistance — only that distant silence, like she had already learned a long time ago that speaking rarely changed anything.
tamsy crouched down and placed a small white box on the floor, when he opened it, the sweet smell of cake filled the room.
your eyebrows lowered in confusion. “…cake?” tamsy hummed softly. “i thought the moment deserved something sweet.”
he sat down on the floor in front of amo’s cell, slowly he cut a slice and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully while the small room remained painfully silent.
amo watched him, but she didn’t speak. her eyes briefly flickered toward the cake before drifting away again.
tamsy noticed, i mean of course he did. he cut another small piece before lifting the fork toward you.
your eyes moved briefly toward amo again before you slowly stepped closer. you leaned down and accepted the bite, the sweetness of the cake melting on your tongue while guilt twisted in your chest.
the room felt heavy with the quiet cruelty of the moment — her sitting there hungry and restrained while tamsy calmly enjoyed dessert.
tamsy leaned back slightly, resting his arm on his knee while studying her expression.
“…hungry?” he asked casually. amo didn’t answer, she simply looked away.
tamsy chuckled quietly under his breath. “i suppose silence works too.”
you shifted uncomfortably beside him before finally speaking. “…tamsy, there’s no point in keeping her here.”
he turned his head slightly toward you. “no point?”
“she’s already hurt.. and she’s alone,” you said softly. “keeping her locked down here won’t change anything.”
amo’s gaze briefly flickered toward you, but there’s still silent.
tamsy watched the small movement with interest. “that kindness of yours,” he murmured quietly, “it never disappears, does it?”
you frowned slightly. “…tamsy.”
but he continued speaking, his voice calm and thoughtful. “do you know why she’s like this?”
amo remained still, her eyes lowered toward the floor.
tamsy tilted his head slightly while watching her.
“she grew up surrounded by abuse and isolation,” he said quietly. “her own mother sold her away, and the man who took her convinced her that hurting her meant he cared about her.”
your chest tightened. amo’s shoulders stiffened slightly, though she still said nothing.
but tamsy continued calmly. “when someone spends their entire childhood learning that pain equals affection… their understanding of love becomes distorted.”
the room fell silent again, and you looked down slightly. “…tamsy, that’s enough.”
for a moment he didn’t respond.
then his attention slowly shifted back toward you. “…you always feel bad for broken things,” he murmured.
he stood up and walked toward you slowly.
she started watching quietly.
tamsy reached out and gently rested his hand on your head, his fingers brushing lightly through your hair in a strange, almost affectionate gesture.
“see?” he said softly, glancing back at amo. “this is what affection is supposed to look like.”
the touch felt gentle, but the moment still felt wrong.
your voice lowered. “…she’s just hurt.”
tamsy studied your expression for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.
“…and that’s exactly why you need someone like me,” he said calmly. “someone who understands when kindness is useful… and when it isn’t.”
your chest tightened. “…please let her go.”
he shook his head slowly. “not yet.”
tamsy picked up the cake box again and turned toward the door. “come on,” he said gently to you.
“…we’re done here tonight.”
you hesitated before following him out. behind you, the metal door slowly shut.
after you left the underground cell felt heavier than any other night you had spent inside the cleaners headquarters.
when you finally returned to your room, the quiet halls felt colder somehow, like the building itself had absorbed the tension of everything that had just happened.
you shut the door behind you and leaned against it for a moment, your hand still resting on the handle as your mind replayed the image of amo sitting silently on the stone floor, her eyes dull and distant in the weak light.
even when you tried to lie down afterward.
even when you closed your eyes and forced yourself to breathe slowly, the scene kept creeping back into your thoughts — the restraints around her wrists.
the way she hadn’t spoken a single word, and the unsettling calm on tamsy’s face as he ate cake in front of her like the moment meant nothing.
eventually exhaustion pulled you into sleep, though it was the kind that felt shallow and uneasy rather than restful.
when morning finally came, it didn’t arrive gently. a sudden knock against your door pulled you awake, sharp enough to jolt you upright before your mind had fully caught up with your body.
sunlight was already pushing faintly through the small window in your room, meaning you had slept far longer than you expected.
“open up.” it was tamsy’s voice.
you swung your legs off the bed and hurried to the door, pulling it open just enough to see him standing in the hallway.
his expression looked the same as always — relaxed, almost friendly — but there was something in his eyes now, something that made your stomach tighten before he even spoke again.
“the cleaners found her,” he said quietly.
for a moment you didn’t move. “…what?”
“someone tracked her down,” he continued calmly, leaning slightly against the doorframe like he was describing something completely ordinary. “mostly thanks to rudo. they followed the trail and went to check the area again.”
your chest tightened instantly. “…amo?”
the two of you didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but the silence between you already held the same understanding.
if the cleaners found the place she had been staying before, they would’ve eventually reach the area where she had been last seen. and if that happened..
not long after that, the two of you followed the noise of movement deeper into headquarters where a few cleaners had gathered around the entrance hall.
voices overlapped quietly as they talked about what had happened during the search.
and from where you stood near the back of the room you could see rudo standing near the center of the group while explaining something to the others.
“we found her near the tower again,” he said, his voice tense but relieved at the same time. “she looked exhausted… like someone had kept her locked up.”
tamsy stood beside you with his arms loosely crossed, his expression unreadable as he listened.
“…when she saw us,” rudo continued slowly, “she froze for a second.”
one of the cleaner’s asked, “froze?”
rudo nodded. “yeah. she kept staring behind me like she saw something.”
you felt your breath catch slightly, because you already knew what she saw.
earlier, when rudo had approached her after the rescue.
you and tamsy had been standing farther behind him in the distance, watching quietly from where the shadows of the ruined structure covered the ground.
amo had looked directly at you both.
and in that moment, something strange had passed through her expression.
in confusion, in recognition, and mostly in fear.
because years ago, when she was still a trapped child living in the tower.
two masked figures had once appeared in her life — figures who knocked out the man abusing her, gave her the watchman series boots, and disappeared through the sky like beings with wings. amo believed those figures were “angels.”
the memory had stayed with her for years, shaping the way she saw the world after that moment.
so when she saw you and tamsy standing behind rudo, her mind connected the images. the same shadow, the same quiet presence watching from a distance, the same “angels.”
but except the truth behind that memory was far darker than the story she had believed for so long.
because the ones who once appeared to “save” her.. were never angels at all. they were the same people manipulating everything from the afar.
and behind the “angels”, it was you and tamsy all along.
you felt that weight settle deeper into your chest the moment rudo finished speaking.
later that evening, after the cleaners slowly returned to their usual routines and the noise of the day faded again.
you found yourself back in your room with tamsy sitting on the edge of your bed.
the door was closed this time, the lights showing across the quiet space while you stood behind him gently brushing through his long hair.
he had loosened the tie holding it earlier, letting the strands fall over his shoulders while you carefully ran the brush through them
it was a quiet routine the two of you had fallen into over time — something strangely calm compared to the chaos that usually surrounded your missions.
for a while neither of you spoke. then tamsy suddenly broke the silence.
“…you know i love you, right?”
your hand paused mid-motion for a moment. “that’s random.”
he chuckled softly under his breath. “not really.”
your fingers slowly resumed brushing through his hair, though your eyes had lowered slightly now. “why say that now?”
tamsy leaned back slightly, tilting his head so he could glance up at you.
“because sometimes you look like you’re about to drown in guilt,” he said calmly. “and i figured reminding you might help.”
your chest tightened slightly. “…tamsy.”
before you could finish speaking, he reached up and caught your wrist gently, pulling you forward.
the sudden motion made you stumble slightly until you ended up half-sitting on his lap, your balance shifting as his arm wrapped loosely around your waist to steady you.
the closeness made your heart jump. “you’re weird,” you murmured quietly.
his hand moved slowly up your back, resting just below your shoulder as he studied your face for a moment longer. the playful tone in his voice faded slightly, replaced by something softer, more serious than usual.
“but you’re still here,” he said quietly.
your eyes met his. “yeah..”
for a moment neither of you moved, then he leaned forward slightly.
the kiss started slow, almost hesitant at first, like neither of you were rushing the moment.
his hand tightened gently around your waist while your fingers curled against the front of his shirt, the warmth of his body grounding you in a way that felt dangerously comforting.
he broke the kiss, only to trail his mouth along your jaw and down the column of your neck.
his breath was hot against your skin, his lips brushing feather-light kisses as he made his way to your collarbone. he nipped lightly, soothing the sting with his tongue before continuing his sensual taste.
“i could devour you whole and never have my fill.” his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers splaying across the small of your back.
he could feel the warmth of your skin, the strength of your spine, the way your body reacted to his touch.
his lips found yours again, kissing you. his tongue melting into your mouth, claiming every inch.
he wanted to memorize your taste, the way your tongue danced with his. he wanted to consume you, maybe to crawl inside your skin and live within you.
“tamsy… please— i want you..”
tamsy’s heart stuttered at your breathless plea.
he knew he had you right where he wanted you, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his angelic eyes glinting at you.
his hand slid up your back, his fingertips tracing the delicate line of your spine until he reached your neck.
he cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, smearing the remnants of your shared kiss.
“im gonna to give it to you.. i’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.” as his hand slid around to the front, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants with practiced ease.
he could feel your breath hitch, could hear the way your heartbeat stuttered in anticipation.
he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered.
“i’m gonna worship every inch of you,” his hand slipped inside your pants, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties.
he groaned at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “already so wet for me,” he murmured, a note of dark satisfaction in his voice. “you can’t deny how much you need this, how much you need me.”
he pressed his hips against yours, letting you feel the hard length of him.
you moan softly, looking at him with glossy eyes. “i love you..” you whispered. “i-i don’t wanna keep fucking and act like we forget the next day..”
tamsy’s heart clenched at your whispered confession, a sensation of emotion building up inside him.
he stay still, his hand pausing as he searched your glazed eyes. for a moment, his feelings replaced by a tenderness that made his chest ache.
he knew he should feel threatened by the depth of your feelings. but he couldn't. not when it was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d been working towards.
he cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes. he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath against with yours as he spoke.
“i love you too,” he murmured, his voice raw with a sincerity that cut through the lust. “more than anything.” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek
he brushed his lips against yours, a tender kiss that belied the dark promise in his eyes. “you’re mine,”
he claimed your mouth once again in a searing kiss, pouring all his love, all his obsession, into the press of his lips against yours. his hands roamed your body, soft touches that stole your breath.
he broke the kiss, his eyes blazing into yours. “i love you,” his voice was low, his eyes burning into yours.
tamsy hands slid under your shirt, his fingers splaying across the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him. he could feel every inch of you, could feel the way your body melted to his like it was always meant to be there.
then tamsy’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, his knuckles brushing against your heated skin as he slowly pulled the damp fabric down your thighs.
his eyes never left yours, watching as your pupils dilated with desire, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink.
he could smell your arousal, could feel the way your body melted because of his touch.
he got up, laid you against your bed before he sank to his knees before you, his face now level with your clit.
he could feel the way your thighs trembled as he brushed his fingertips along them. he leaned in, his breath hot against your folds as he murmured.
“you’re so beautiful like this.” his tongue flicked out, a single, slow lick from your entrance up to your clit.
“tamsy..! feel so goodd..” you whispered.
he groaned at your taste, a low sound that vibrated through his chest.
his hands gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he held you open for him to explore.
he could feel your pulse jumping beneath his touch, could see the way your body trembles with the need for more.
and luckily he gave it to you, his tongue deep into your pussy, lapping at your clit like a man dying of thirst.
he wanted to drink you down, to consume you until your taste was the only thing he knew, the only thing he remembered.
he could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, your nails across his scalp as he pleasured you. the way you clung to him, anchoring yourself to him as he drove you closer to the edge.
he could feel your thighs beginning to tremble, your breath coming in sharp, loud gasps. he knew you were close, he could sense the coiled tension in your body as it got tighter and tighter.
with a final hard suck against your clit, he felt you shatter. your body twitching against his mouth, as you cried out your release.
he lapped at you through it, his tongue devoured deep inside to catch every last drop of your pleasure.
you looked up at him, staring at his angelic eyes with pure love and gentleness.
tamsy gazed up at you, his angelic eyes soft and warm, a tender smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.
“want.. more tamsy,” you whimpered.
tamsy’s eyes flashed with a renewed hunger as he heard your breathless plea, a grin spreading across his face.
he could see the desire burning in your gaze, the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath.
he knew you needed more, craved more, and he was more than happy to give it to you. his hands slid up your thighs, gripping your hips as he got to his feet, pulling you flush against him.
he could feel every inch of your bare skin against his own, the contrast of your soft curves.
the mattress brushing against the backs of your thighs. he pushed you more down gently, his body following the motion until he was hovering over you, caging you in with his arms.
his hair fell around you both like a curtain. his eyes roamed against your body, he could see the raw need in your eyes, the desperate way you arched your body against his.
tamsy hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your slick heat. he groaned at the feel of you, so wet and ready for him.
but instead he teased you, his fingers circling your clit, smoothing the sensitive until your hips bucked off the bed.
he loved the way you responded to his touch, the desperate sounds spilling from your lips, the way your body moved in sync with his hand.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, his voice a low.
“tell me what you want,” his hand slid up your stomach, his fingers across your soft skin there, feeling the way your muscles fluttered and jumped beneath his touch.
“just.. please tamsy— i can’t,”
his hands gripped your hips bruisingly tight as he positioned himself between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance.
as he slowly pushed himself into your tight, wet heat. he could feel your walls stretching around him, your body melting to his size as he claimed you inch by inch.
his eyes never left yours, watching as your expression turned into pleasure, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
he didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside you, his hips flush against yours.
he could feel your heartbeat pulsing around his shaft, could feel the way your body quivered and trembled with the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so utterly filled.
he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of him, letting you feel every throbbing inch of his hard, thick cock buried deep inside your core.
his hand slid up your side, his fingers splaying across the soft skin of your. he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head, his fingers wrapping around your wrist.
his other hand gripped your hip bruisingly tight as he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in.
he set a soft gentle pace, the bed creaking and shaking beneath you.
he leaned down, his teeth finding the side of your neck, biting and sucking and marking you as his. his hand slid between your body, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud in tight, rough circles.
he could feel your body began to tighten, could feel the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he drove you closer to the edge.
then your back starts arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you. your walls clamped down around him.
and with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his own release.
his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he rode out his climax.
“i love you..” you whispered.
“i love you too,” he muttered against you.
there was silence for a moment, only sounds of you and tamsy catching your own breaths. for a moment you spoke up quietly.
“you promise not to leave tomorrow morning again?..”
tamsy’s expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips as he gazed down at you with pure love and tenderness.
he could see the vulnerability in your eyes, the silent plea for reassurance and comfort. he knew the way your mind raced with worries, with another empty promise.
he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he cupped your face tenderly.
he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he spoke softly. “i promise.”
as his other hand found yours, his fingers entwining with your own
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