“𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄”
୨୧ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - what would happened if you and tamsy were secretly the ‘angels’ but with a deep plot..
୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - dark content in general, applies to the two ‘angels’ theory, smut eventually, mentions of kidnapping, MANGAS SPOILERS!, harsh angst, manipulation acts, gaslighting acts, sadist acts?, love confession, time skips, rushed, tamsy ends up proposing, dark love, obsessive love, possessive tamsy?, fighting, and please read at your own risk.
୨୧ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝-𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 9.9k
୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - angel! tamsy caines x angel! fem reader
𑣲 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 @tokkushin
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐃 once mentioned that “the ‘angels’ are essentially high-level ‘watchmen’ or agents who work for the elite in the heavenly sphere. they act as punishers, murdering or casting down anyone deemed a threat to the status quo or the elite’s paradise.”
and you used to think that sounded like something pure, something that meant you were chosen for a reason, something that meant your hands, no matter how much blood they held, were still clean.
anyways. at first rudo didn’t look impressed.
he stood there at the entrance of the headquarters, dirt still clinging to his clothes from no man’s land, his eyes sharp and restless as they moved from wall to wall.
like he was trying to find every exit before even taking a proper step inside, and enjin just laughed softly beside him, clapping his shoulder like they weren’t standing in a place built on quiet cruelty.
“relax,” enjin said, easy and light, like none of this was strange. “you’re safe here.”
safe? that word almost made you laugh.
you leaned against the railing above them, watching from where you and tamsy stood, your wings tucked neatly behind your back, hidden but still there.
still heavy in a way that had nothing to do with weight, and tamsy stood beside you, arms crossed, gaze fixed entirely on one person.
the boy named rudo surebrec.
“that’s him,” tamsy murmured, almost to himself, but you heard it anyway. “the one who keeps slipping through. the one who we murder his ‘father’.”
you didn’t answer right away.
instead, you pushed yourself off the railing and made your way down the steps, your footsteps quiet but steady, and tamsy followed without needing to be told, always just a step behind you.
enjin noticed first.
“ah,” he grinned, gesturing lazily. “perfect timing. look who decided to show up.”
rudo’s eyes snapped to you, but there was no fear in them, just suspicion.
you stopped a few steps away, tilting your head slightly as you looked him over, taking in the way his shoulders were tense, the way his fists were half clenched like he was ready to fight even here, even now, and you smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“so this is the one you dragged back,” you said, voice calm, almost curious. “doesn’t look like much.”
rudo scoffed under his breath. “yeah?” he shot back, quick and sharp. “and you don’t look like someone i should trust.”
enjin let out a short laugh. “you catch on fast.”
tamsy stepped forward then, just slightly, enough for rudo to notice him more clearly, and the air shifted, something colder slipping in between the space of conversation, something that made even enjin glance at him for a second.
“you’re not here to trust anyone,” tamsy said, his voice even, but there was something under it, something dangerous. “you’re here because you don’t have anywhere else to go.”
rudo’s jaw tightened. “i didn’t ask to be brought here.”
“no,” you cut in smoothly, stepping closer, your presence soft but pressing, like something gentle hiding something sharp underneath. “but you’re here anyway, so you might as well listen.”
there was a pause, like a long one. then rudo clicked his tongue and looked away.
“fine,” he muttered. “talk.”
so after that you all agreed to take rudo on a tour in the headquarters first.
but the tour wasn’t kind, and it wasn’t meant to be.
you showed him the halls, long and clean and too quiet, the kind of quiet that didn’t mean peace but control, the kind that made every step feel like it was being watched.
and enjin filled in the gaps with casual explanations, pointing things out like it was normal, like this place wasn’t built for people like rudo.
or people like you.
“this is where most of the cleaners stay,” enjin said as you passed another room, his tone easy. “training rooms are down that way, the bosses room is a few floors up— you won’t be going there anytime soon, though.”
rudo huffed. “wasn’t planning to.”
you glanced at him. “smart.”
tamsy stayed quiet for most of it. but you could feel it.
the way his attention never left rudo, the way his gaze followed every movement, every reaction, like he was studying him, like he was already thinking ten steps ahead, already planning something that hadn’t been said out loud yet.
it made something in your chest tighten. by the time you reached the dorms, the air felt heavier.
enjin pushed open one of the doors, stepping aside with a small grin.
“temporary room,” he said. “don’t complain too much. it’s better than where you were.”
rudo looked inside, then back at him. “…yeah. sure.”
he stepped in slowly, cautious even now, and you lingered by the doorway, watching him for a second longer before turning away.
“get some rest,” you said lightly. “you’ll need it.”
he didn’t respond, the door closed. and just like that, the moment ended.
after the day rudo arrived, after you and tamsy walked him through the headquarters and showed him the halls, the training rooms, and finally the dorm he would be staying in, things settled into something that looked like normal on the surface.
even though it never truly was, because rudo felt like he didn’t belong there and he thought everyone knew it, and yet he stayed, moving through the space like someone who refused to be broken by it, even if the place itself seemed built to test exactly that.
weeks passed like that, slow and stretched, where nothing major happened but everything still felt like it was leading to something.
and without really meaning to, you found yourself spending more time in tamsy’s dorm than your own, not because it was necessary but because it was familiar.
because the silence there didn’t feel suffocating and his presence didn’t feel like something you had to question, at least not back then.
on that day, the two of you were in his room again, the door closed, the air still, and nothing particularly important being said between you as you sat by the window and he leaned against the wall, arms crossed
both of you existing in that quiet space that didn’t need words to feel full, until the door suddenly opened without warning and broke the stillness completely.
until enjin walked in first like he always did, casual and unbothered, with that same easy expression that never quite matched the seriousness of the things he dealt with.
while zanka followed behind him, quieter but more grounded, closing the door as if this wasn’t just a random visit but something they actually came to talk about.
and just from that alone, you knew this wasn’t going to be a light conversation.
“you two are really getting comfortable in here,” enjin said with a small grin, glancing between you and tamsy like he found something amusing in the scene.
but you didn’t react much, only shifting your gaze toward them with a neutral expression that made it clear you weren’t in the mood to entertain jokes.
“what do you want,” you asked simply, your tone flat but not hostile, just direct enough to push things forward.
tamsy didn’t say anything at first, but he straightened slightly, his attention already on them in a way that showed he was expecting something more than casual talk.
zanka stepped forward after a brief glance at enjin, his expression more serious as he got straight to the point.
“we found someone,” he said, and just those three words were enough to change the atmosphere in the room, pulling your attention in completely.
“someone,” you repeated, slower, as if testing the weight of it.
“a girl,” enjin added, his tone softer now as he leaned back slightly, his earlier playfulness fading just enough to show this mattered. “out in the forbidden penta desert.”
that made you sit up a little straighter without realizing it, because no one just survives out there long enough to be found, not without a reason.
“that’s not normal,” you said, your eyes narrowing slightly. “people don’t just live out there.”
“yeah,” enjin let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair. “that’s what we thought too, but she wasn’t just surviving— she was watching.”
there was a pause before zanka continued, his voice steady but heavier now, like the details mattered more than the discovery itself.
“she’s the only known witness who has seen travelers moving between the floating sphere and the wasteland below,”
he explained, and that alone was enough to make everything feel more serious, more complicated than it should’ve been.
the room fell quieter after that, and before you could even process it fully, tamsy spoke, his voice cutting through the silence in a way that felt sharper than it needed to be.
“…what’s her name.”
zanka’s gaze shifted to him briefly.
“amo.”
and the moment that name was said, you noticed it immediately, the way tamsy stilled just slightly, the way his focus seemed to sharpen instead of relax.
like something had just clicked into place inside his mind instead of settling.
enjin continued, unaware or maybe just choosing not to comment on it, explaining what happened next in a way that made it clear things hadn’t been simple from the start.
“when we approached her, she didn’t act like someone who needed saving,” he said, his tone more serious now.
“she attacked first, and not in a normal way either— she used a watchman-series jinki, boots specifically, and they let her mess with our heads.”
“hallucinations,” zanka added, keeping it short but clear. “strong enough to trap us in them for a while.”
you frowned slightly at that, trying to picture it.
“so you treated her like a threat.”
“we did,” enjin admitted, nodding once.
“and it turned into a fight pretty quickly, but something about it didn’t feel right, not after a while, because she wasn’t fighting like someone in control, she was reacting like someone breaking apart while trying to hold it together at the same time.”
zanka picked up where he left off, his voice quieter now.
“she has a very horrible background,” he said. “mentally, emotionally, it’s like there’s a hole in her heart, something missing that should be there.”
that lingered in the air for a moment before enjin continued.
“so we stopped,” he said simply. “we didn’t finish it. we took her in instead, gave her medical attention, and we’re planning to keep her with us for now, maybe even let her join eventually if things settle.”
you let that sink in slowly, because it made sense, because it sounded like the right decision for once, and for a second, it felt like the conversation might end there.
but it didn’t.
because tamsy spoke again. “…rudo knows her, doesn’t he.”
it wasn’t a question, not really.
and enjin hesitated just enough to confirm it before even answering.
“…yeah,” he said, exhaling quietly. “we’re pretty sure he does.” zanka added, more carefully this time, “he might be a little attached.”
attached?
that word settled heavier than the rest, and you didn’t need to look at tamsy to know what he was thinking.
because you could already feel it, that shift in the room, that quiet tension that only showed up when his mind started moving faster than everything else around him.
“that’s all we came to say,” enjin finished after a moment, pushing himself off the wall. “just thought you should know before things get complicated.”
zanka nodded once, and without dragging it out any further, the two of them left the room as quietly as they had entered, the door closing behind them and leaving you and tamsy alone again.
“we should take her.” tamsy spoke up.
you exhaled through your nose, just slow, and turned your head toward him.
“no.”
he looked at you as if he had expected that, which only made it worse.
“she’s useful,” he said, stepping away from the wall now, his tone turning more certain, more focused, more irritating with every word.
“if rudo’s attached, then she becomes leverage. we don’t have to wait for him to make a move, we just bring the situation to us.”
you stared at him for a second, then laughed once, without humor, because there it was again, the same stupid obsession dressed up like logic.
“do you ever hear yourself,” you asked, voice flat, “or does rudo just echo around in your skull so much that you’ve forgotten how to think about anything else.”
tamsy’s jaw tightened.
“this is not obsession,” he said.
“it is literally obsession,” you replied, leaning back just enough to fold your arms and let him see how little patience you had left.
“every time someone talks, every time we get new information, every time there’s a problem, you drag it back to him. rudo this, rudo that, rudo is a threat, rudo needs to be handled, rudo this, rudo that again, and again, and again. it’s getting embarrassing.”
his expression stayed cold, but his eyes hardened.
“you’re acting like i’m wrong.”
“i’m acting like you’re repetitive.”
that got a flicker out of him, that was quick and sharp.
“and you’re acting like you don’t understand what’s in front of us,” he said, voice lowering. “amo is a weakness. rudo is attached. that makes her valuable. that makes her useful.”
you tipped your head slightly, studying him like he was something irritating on the bottom of your shoe.
“she’s useful, sure,” you said, and this time your voice was softer, almost conversational, which made it worse because it meant you were being honest.
“that’s not the issue. the issue is that i am tired of you saying the same thing in different ways like you’re trying to convince yourself you’re interesting.”
tamsy stared at you. you smiled, thin and mean.
“you keep talking about rudo like he personally insulted your bloodline, and surely i’m bored. if you want to destroy him, destroy him. if you want to use her, use her. just stop saying his name every five seconds like it makes you sound smarter.”
“that’s not what this is.”
“then what is it,” you snapped, your patience finally cracking now that he was still insisting on making everything about one person.
“because from where i’m standing, you’re not being strategic, you’re being obsessed, and i don’t care how cruel you are, it gets pathetic when you can’t shut up long enough to think about anything else.”
his eyes narrowed, and you could tell you had hit something, not because you had hurt him, but because you had embarrassed him, and tamsy hated that more than anger.
“watch your mouth,” he said.
“or what,” you said. “you’ll mention rudo again? you’ll tell me he’s a problem? you’ll tell me his existence is a threat to the balance? i already know, tamsy, because that is all you ever say.”
he stepped closer, and the air between you changed, heavy with the same ugly energy you both always carried when things got too honest.
“you act like you’re above this,” he said, each word controlled, measured. “but you’re not. you’d take amo in a second if it got you what you wanted.”
you smiled wider at that, because he was right and you both knew it.
“obviously,” you said.
“i would do it in a second. i would do it faster than you, and cleaner, and i wouldn’t stand here making a whole speech about rudo like he’s the center of the universe. that’s the difference between us, tamsy. i’m cruel without being annoying.”
the silence after that was sharp enough to hurt.
his face barely changed, but the look in his eyes did, and you could tell you had pushed too far not because he had a conscience.
was because he didn’t, but because he was proud, and pride was the one thing you knew how to break in him when he got too full of himself.
“you think this is funny,” he said.
“i think you’re irritating,” you corrected.
“you’re siding against your own interest.”
“no,” you said, stepping closer now so he could hear every word,
“i’m siding against having to listen to you talk about him like he’s some grand enemy when all you’re doing is repeating yourself. if you want to be evil, be evil.”
“if you want to ruin amo, ruin her. if you want to destroy rudo, do it. just stop wasting my time with the same speech.”
his hand twitched once at his side, not enough to be a threat, just enough to show he was close to losing the last bit of restraint he had left.
“you’re insulting my judgment.”
“no, i’m insulting your obsession.”
that was when he moved, not fast enough to scare you, not slow enough to ignore, just enough to show he had finally had enough of being talked down to.
and that was when your hand came up and slapped him before he could get any closer, the sound cracking through the room and making the whole space go still at once.
you didn’t regret it, not even a little.
you just stood there with your chin lifted, breathing steady, eyes cold, while tamsy’s head turned slightly from the hit and then came back to you, his expression unreadable for a beat that felt too long and too short at the same time.
“there,” you said quietly, almost bored. “now maybe you’ll stop talking.”
his gaze fixed on you. “you really should’ve kept your hand down,” he said.
you shrugged one shoulder.
“and you should’ve kept your mouth shut.”
for a second, neither of you moved, and the room felt like it was waiting for one of you to kill the other, but instead you turned your head away first.
because you had said what you wanted to say and he had made himself unbearable enough that staying would only make you angrier.
“i’m not doing this with you tonight,” you said, voice flat again, already stepping back toward the door. “figure out a new hobby that isn’t rudo.”
tamsy said your name, but you didn’t even look at him.
“don’t,” he said, low. “don’t walk away like that.”
you finally glanced back over your shoulder, slow and cold and completely unconcerned with how furious he looked.
“watch me.” and then you left him there, alone with his own obsession, because if he wanted to keep circling rudo like a rabid dog he could do it without you standing nearby and hearing the same name rot through the walls, and for the next several days.
that was exactly what you did, you ghosted him so completely it was almost funny, refusing to answer, refusing to linger, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your company, not because you felt guilty
because you didn’t, but because you were annoyed, and sometimes that was reason enough.
after you started ignoring tamsy, it didn’t feel like silence the way normal distance did, it felt like pressure, like something had shifted in the air but refused to leave, and instead of chasing you like you expected him to.
he simply stopped reacting at all, which in its own way was worse, because tamsy never really stopped watching anything.
so you left, just for a while.
canvas town was supposed to be nothing more than a distraction, a place to breathe without feeling like every corner was controlled.
riyo and semiu were already waiting when you arrived, pulling you into the flow of the town like you belonged there more than you ever did back at headquarters, and you let it happen easily.
too easily maybe, but you didn’t care, because for once there was no tamsy, no rudo echoing through every conversation, no amo turning into another reason for someone else’s obsession.
just color, noise, and something close enough to peace that you almost forgot how dangerous it was for you to relax.
you met the boy without meaning to, like most things that end up becoming mistakes.
standing near a paint stall with that kind of careless posture that only people who’ve never had to think about survival ever really master.
and when he looked at you, it wasn’t with fear, just curiosity, like you were another person.
“you look like you’re not from here,” he said, like it was an observation instead of an invitation, and you tilted your head slightly, studying him.
“maybe i’m not,” you replied, and it was easy after that, too easy, slipping into conversation.
you let riyo and semiu drift ahead while you talked, letting yourself stand closer than you normally would.
he talked, you listened, and somewhere in between you let yourself forget the weight you usually carried.
because he didn’t know what you were, didn’t know what you did, didn’t know what tamsy would think of the way you were standing there like a normal girl instead of something built to enforce order.
you didn’t realize how long you stayed out there until the sky started shifting.
until canvas town began softening into evening light, and eventually you made your way back alone.
hands in your pockets, mind still half-lost in something you refused to name.
but the headquarters always felt colder at night, like something was more aware, like the building itself was watching you return.
maybe judging whether you had stepped too far out of line.
but this time something felt off immediately, something subtle but wrong, like the air had changed while you were gone.
you noticed it before you even reached your door.
feeling more of a presence.
you slowed your steps, staring at the door for a moment too long, before finally pushing it open.
and stopped.
your room was untouched in every obvious way, clean, organized, exactly how you left it—but something had been placed there that did not belong.
a bouquet?
white flowers, carefully arranged, almost delicate in their appearance, sitting neatly on your desk like it had always belonged there.
tucked between the stems was a small folded note.
you didn’t move for a second, just stared at it, your expression slowly flattening into something unreadable, before you walked closer and picked it up with steady fingers.
the handwriting was familiar without even needing to think. of course it was in tamsy handwriting.
“i only love you.”
you read it once, then again.
slowly, you exhaled through your nose, almost like a quiet laugh, though there was nothing light about it, and you set the note back into the bouquet with careful precision.
like disturbing it more than necessary would feel like losing control of something you didn’t intend to lose control of.
your gaze lingered on the flowers. because tamsy didn’t leave things like this by accident.
this wasn’t a gift, it was a claim dressed up as something beautiful.
you leaned back slightly, arms crossing as you studied it like, your voice finally broke the silence, soft and almost entertained.
“you really don’t like distance, do you.”
and somewhere in that quiet room, with nothing but white flowers and a message that felt more like possession than affection, you already knew this was far from over.
days after you got the flower bouquet, the silence between you and tamsy didn’t feel normal anymore.
it felt heavy, like something missing was slowly making him lose control in ways he didn’t want to admit.
at first, he acted like nothing changed. he still moved through the headquarters like he always did.
still spoke like he was above everything, still carried that calm, sharp energy that made people step aside without thinking. but you noticed the small things, the way his eyes lingered too long when you passed by.
the way he stopped talking when you entered a room, the way he started appearing closer to your space without explanation, like he couldn’t stay away even when he was trying to pretend he could.
then the messages started.
small ones at first. short apologies slipped into places only you would find. notes with your name written too carefully.
moments where you could feel his presence even when he wasn’t there. it wasn’t loud, it wasn’t dramatic, but it was constant, like he was slowly trying to pull you back into his orbit without forcing it.
and then he broke.
and it happened in a quiet hallway near your dorm.
you had just come back from training when you saw him there, standing still at first, then slowly stepping closer like he wasn’t sure how you would react.
his face wasn’t calm like usual. it looked tired in a way you had never seen before.
“i’m sorry,” he said, and his voice wasn’t sharp this time, it was lower, almost rough.
“i went too far. i know i did. i kept pushing things, i kept putting rudo in everything i said, i kept acting like i could control everything around you.”
he stopped for a second, like it hurt to say more.
“and i still ended up needing you anyway.”
you didn’t say anything right away. you just looked at him, quiet, studying him like you always did when something became interesting again.
he wasn’t pretending this time. there was no confidence hiding it. just him, standing there like someone who finally ran out of pride.
you let the silence sit for a moment longer, then slowly lifted your hand and placed it on his chest, not gently, not warmly, but with clear control, like you were deciding something. he didn’t move away. he didn’t even breathe properly.
after a pause, you stepped back slightly and gave a small nod, not forgiveness, not softness, just acceptance that he was still part of your world.
then he followed you into your room, closing the door behind you. you looked at him, brushing that one little strand of hair off his face before pulling him into a deep kiss.
he didn't resist. the moment your lips touched his, the last bit of tension in his shoulders finally broke.
he kissed you back like he was starving for it, his hands coming up to grip your waist, not guiding or controlling this time, just holding on like you were the only real thing in the room.
he pulled back slightly, breathing hard, forehead pressed against yours. “don’t let me mess up again” he whispered, almost like a promise—or a warning.
you pushed him down onto your bed before he could say another word. he looked up at you, completely still, completely waiting, and it was the first time you’d ever seen him that way.
he didn't reach for his belt or his shirt. he didn't try to pull you down or flip you over. he just laid there, watching you, as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open, running your hands over his chest like you owned it.
but because you did.
his chest tightened under your touch, but he didn't move otherwise.
he let you unbuckle his belt, let you push his pants down, let you take control completely. his eyes never left yours, even when you straddled his hips, even when you leaned down to kiss him again.
his hands came up to grip your hips, not to guide you, not to rush you, just to hold on. he was completely at your will,
something he’d never allowed anyone before. you could feel him hard beneath you, ready, but he wasn't pushing up against you, wasn't trying to thrust.
“fuck,” he breathed against your mouth, his voice shaking slightly. “do whatever you want.”
his hands tightened on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to bruise, but he stopped himself from moving. he was waiting. really waiting. not faking it, not playing some game.
you leaned down and bit his neck instead.
he groan, head falling back, throat exposed to you. you could feel it then—the real difference. he wasn't fighting it through, he wasn’t using it to prove something. he was just there. yours. and that was what made your blood heat.
a quiet sound escaped him when you dragged your teeth down to his collarbone.
he didn’t move, even when you bit him again. he didn’t try to take back control, didn’t try to flip you over or pin you down. he just lay there, letting you mark his skin, letting you leave bruises and bites all over his chest and neck and arms.
“i love you.” you whispered, slowly taking off your clothes.
his breath caught audibly at your soft, gentle voice. he watched as you slowly took off your clothes, his eyes dark and intense but not demanding. when you were done, he reached out and gently pulled you down on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“i love you too,” he whispered back, his hands running gently over your skin. he wasn't rushing, wasn’t trying to get you into position or spread your legs immediately.
he was just holding you, kissing your neck softly, your collarbone, your jaw.
you lifted yourself slightly, aligning your hips with his, feeling him press against you. you could feel him trembling underneath you—actual trembling, not from anger or frustration, but from wanting you so badly but letting you set the pace anyway.
his hands settled on your lower back, thumbs tracing slow, soft circles.
you sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, letting yourself adjust to the stretch. he made a ragged sound in the back of his throat, his head falling back against the pillow, his fingers digging into your hips—not to control you, just to ground himself. he was letting you have all of it.
you whimpered, letting his cock explore your gummy walls. you tremble when his tip reached your cervix.
his hands tightened on your hips as you whimpered, feeling him hit your cervix. he was so deep inside you, filling you completely. he stayed still, letting you adjust to the fullness, his eyes squeezed shut like he was in pain—but it was a good pain.
his hands moved to your waist, his fingers splaying out as if he wanted to touch as much of you as possible without rushing or controlling.
he lifted his hips slightly to push deeper, but only enough to make you gasp—he wasn't thrusting, wasn’t moving yet.
his eyes flew open when you started moving, watching your body rise and fall on his cock. he bit his lip hard, hands gripping your waist but not guiding you. you set the rhythm completely, lifting up until just the tip stayed inside before sinking back down.
he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. his thumbs dug into your hipbones hard enough to leave marks.
you bounced on him slowly, savoring the way he felt so deep inside you, hitting your cervix with every downstroke.
his chest was rising and falling rapidly under yours, his abs clenching tight as he watched you ride him.
his jaw was slack, his eyes dark and blown wide as he watched you take him apart.
his hands stayed on your waist, grounding himself, letting you use him however you needed. every time your hips met his, a broken moan slipped past his lips, sounding utterly wrecked beneath you.
he looked completely undone, surrendering every ounce of control to your movements.
you cried out once his cock stroked your g-spot, making you lay your head against his shoulder while your hand tangled against his long hair.
his arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close as you cried out, his cock pressing firmly against your g-spot with each slow thrust you made.
his hair fell around your face like a curtain, his voice low and rough against your ear. “that’s it.. use me.. take what you need..”
his fingers dug into your back, urging you on as your hips rolled against his, your cries muffled against his shoulder. he groaned deeply when you tugged on his hair, his head tipping back to expose his throat to you.
every time your g-spot was stimulated, his cock throbbed inside you, desperate to stay buried exactly where you needed him.
“gonna cum..” you whispered, his breath hitched sharply when you whispered that against his skin. “come on,” he growled lowly, his hips lifting slightly to meet yours, not thrusting, just pressing up into you.
his arms tightened around you as you climaxed, his cock throbbing inside you with each pulse of your orgasm.
he held you close, murmuring broken words against your neck—his own control slipping as he felt your walls squeezing around him.
your cry was muffled against his shoulder, your thighs trembling, your hips stuttering as you rode through the wave. he let you collapse against his chest, his soft hands running through your hair while your walls fluttered around him, milking little moans from his throat.
your body felt heavy and warm against his, your climax still sending little aftershocks through you making your walls flutter.
he was shaking under you, gripping your waist so tight you knew there would be bruises in the morning. his jaw was clenched, teeth gritted, his pride and control unraveling completely as you soaked around him.
after that moment, tamsy disappeared into his plan again.
you already knew what he was going to do before he even did it.
he had been thinking about amo since the moment she became useful to rudo, like a fixed point in his mind he couldn’t ignore. and now that he had you back close enough, his focus split again into something colder.
you didn’t follow him this time. you didn’t stop him. you simply watched from your side, letting him act alone.
the cleaners moved quickly. amo was taken, and brought down into a hidden cellar under the headquarters.
she was treated like a threat at first, but tamsy didn’t see her that way. to him, she was not just a person, she was a tool.
he kept her isolated, not to kill her, but to use her. because his plan was simple and cruel.
if rudo cared about her even a little, then breaking her would break him too. not physically, but in his mind, in his decisions, in the way he fought.
tamsy didn’t rush it. he never rushed anything. he treated it like a slow process, like shaping something carefully until it became what he wanted.
but then, something went horribly wrong.
amo escaped.
there was no warning, no clean trace, no clear method. just gone.
one moment she was there, and the next she wasn’t. the cellar was empty, the plan broken in a way tamsy clearly hadn’t expected.
when he came back up, you saw it in his face immediately. not panic, not fear, but something else.
he didn’t speak much after that. just stood there for a moment, thinking, already rebuilding the plan in his head.
you watched him quietly from the side, arms crossed, calm as always, because to you, this wasn’t the end of anything. it was just another shift in the game.
because rudo didn’t notice it at first. he thought the reason why she was gone was because it was just another mission that gone wrong, that amo had escaped through because the cleaners had been useless or careless, that someone had made a mistake.
but soon, the truth hit him. she was gone.
completely, vanished without a trace. he ran to the others, shouting, demanding answers, searching faces for anyone who had seen anything, anyone who could explain how she had disappeared. but no one could.
everyone looked at him with the same fear and hesitation, the same silence that made his chest tighten, because deep down, he didn’t know what he was about to face.
and then he realized.
everyone he trusted, everyone who had ever been around tamsy, everyone in the cleaners who could have noticed, who could have questioned, who could have guessed—even the quiet ones, the careful ones—they were all gone. no explanations, no bodies even sometimes, just emptiness.
the hallways were silent, the rooms deserted, and the headquarters smelled of metal and cold control, not life.
every trace of the people who could have stopped him, who could have exposed him, who could have tried to save amo, was erased.
and he knew, without anyone saying it, that you and tamsy were behind it.
the thought hit him harder than anything before. the people who should have been trusted were gone because of them.
the people who might have stopped the chaos were gone. and yet, you—always calm, stood there, almost casual, as if you had simply walked in and chosen this moment to watch.
tamsy, standing behind you in the shadows, offered nothing but a quiet presence that seemed to say everything.
rudo froze, a mixture of fear, shock, and disbelief battling across his face. his first instinct was to run.
the instinct to survive, to escape, to get as far from this twisted pair as he could, screamed in his chest louder than any thought.
but then, slowly, almost unwillingly, he saw you step forward.
your body was smeared with the remains of the confusion you had caused, blood on your hands, on your clothes, but your face was calm. strangely calm.
“you don’t have to run,” you said softly, almost teasingly, but there was a weight to your words, a gravity that made him hesitate.
“you could. but you won’t. because even now, even knowing what we’ve done, even knowing what tamsy is, you can’t stop looking at me. you can’t stop thinking about me. you know why.”
his lips moved, but no sound came. the panic he had felt moments ago was still there, but now it was tangled with confusion, guilt, and something darker he hadn’t wanted to admit.
your eyes softened just slightly, you leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper.
“look at me,” you said.
“you think you’re angry. you think you’re scared. you think you’re smart. but the truth is… you’ve been alone for too long. you’ve been weak, you’ve been soft, and we’ve made sure you’ll never be that again. and the second you try to run… it’s over.”
rudo’s breath came fast, uneven, his mind spinning, chest tight.
he wanted to fight, to scream, to resist, but the sight of you there, bloody and unwavering, made all those instincts collapse.
he tried to turn, tried to make a break for it, but before he could even take a full step, tamsy’s hand was on him, steady, unflinching, guiding him just enough for a single, precise motion.
but strangely a blade stabbed him through the chest. and just like that, everything stopped.
he didn’t have a chance to scream. he didn’t have a chance to fight.
all he could do was feel the inevitability of it, the weight of your words, the certainty in tamsy’s actions, and the sharp sting of realization that he had been played, cornered, and broken completely.
you stepped forward then, hands brushing against the blood on your arms almost like it didn’t matter, knelt just slightly so your face was level with his, letting him see the calm cruelty in your eyes.
“you’ll remember this,” you said softly, almost tenderly, but there was no use in your tone.
“you’ll remember us. you’ll remember everything. you’ll remember how easily you could have survived if you’d just stayed in line. and you’ll know.. you lost.”
tamsy said nothing, standing behind you, just quiet, watching the last piece of resistance crumble, letting you have this moment because he had taught you well, because he had always known you could be cruel in your own way.
you looked behind tamsy, seeing blood smeared on his clothes— some on his arms and face. you smiled, walking towards him as your hands linger around his neck.
“you look handsome when you’re smeared with blood.” you whispered.
he let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your chest where you were pressed against him. he didn’t pull away, instead leaning into your touch, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air between you.
his hands— stained dark red— came up to rest heavily on your waist, smearing the crimson onto your clothes as well.
“is that so?”
you smiled, pulling his tie towards your face, “let’s go to your room.”
his dark eyes gleamed with something else— a hunger that matched your own. without hesitation, he grabbed your wrist and was already pulling you through the halls, his footsteps leaving faint crimson prints on the polished floor.
“you don’t need to ask twice.” he kicked the door open, spinning you around and pressing you back against it the moment it slammed shut.
his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss fierce and demanding.
you could taste the metallic hint of blood on his lips, and you welcomed it, deepening the kiss. his hands were rough as they pushed your sweater off your shoulders, leaving it to fall to the floor.
he broke the kiss just long enough to tug his own tie loose, letting it drop to the floor, before his hands were back on you, stripping you of your shirt with impatient urgency.
the blood smeared on his chest transferred onto your skin, painting you in the same violent crimson as he pressed his weight flush against you, trapping you between his hard body and the door.
his lips found your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. you gasped, your fingers digging into his bloody shoulders as he lifted you up suddenly.
your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. he carried you to the bed without breaking contact, falling onto it with you beneath him.
he didn’t give you a moment to recover, covering your body with his own, his weight pinning you down into the mattress. his mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet, bloody kisses down your chest and stomach.
the scent of iron and musk filled the room, thick and intoxicating. his hands hooked into your waistband, tugging your pants down with rough desperation.
he stripped your remaining clothes away in one motion, leaving you bare beneath him. he hovered over you, his dark eyes burning with intensity, as he settled between your legs.
he entered you with one harsh thrust, not gentle at all, and you loved it— loved how it was, how his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
a cry tore from your throat as he immediately set a pace, the bed frame slamming against the wall with every movement. he leaned down, claiming your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans.
your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his rhythm with your own desperation. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, punctuated by his growls and your choked whimpers.
then he felt you clench around him, your entire body shuddering beneath his as you came undone. your tears spilled down your temples, mixing with the sweat-slicked skin of your neck.
he groaned low in his throat— mostly satisfied— and slammed into you one final time, spilling deep inside you.
he rolled on top of you, not pulling out, his body covering yours completely. you could feel his warm breath ghosting over your neck as he silently stared at you, chest heaving. his fingers gently cupped your face, wiping away your tears.
later that week tamsy ended up proposing to you.
it wasn’t sweet. it wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t anything people would call normal, but that had never been the point with him, and you had never wanted normal anyway.
he found you alone, just like always, in one of the quiet halls where the light made everything look colder than it really was.
and he stopped in front of you with that same calm he wore when he was about to say something that mattered.
he just looked at you for a long time, like he was measuring every part of your face, every part of the silence between you, and then he said, in a voice so low it almost felt private, “stay with me.”
you raised one brow, not surprised, just interested.
he stepped closer, slower now, like he was trying to make sure you did not miss a single word.
“not as a partner in some ugly game,” he said.
“not as a way to keep people off our backs. stay with me because i want you near me, because i’m done pretending i don’t care, because i don’t want to keep circling around you like this forever.”
you looked at him for a moment, then let out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh if you had been in a kinder mood.
“that sounds like a proposal,” you said.
“it is.”
you stared at him, then smiled, slow and knowing, because of course it was him, of course it had to sound like a threat and a promise at the same time, and of course you liked it enough to say yes.
“then fine,” you replied. “i accept.”
his expression changed only a little, but you saw it anyway, the relief underneath him, the relief that came from finally getting what he wanted without having to ask twice, and that was the moment everything between you settle into.
the wedding came months later, under a sky that looked too dark to be called pretty, with the kind of pale light that made everything feel like a memory instead of a real thing.
people came only because they had to, or because they were too frightened not to.
and the ones who had once stood against tamsy and you were already gone, seated where they could not speak, could not move, could only sit in silence and watch what had been forced into being.
the bodies were placed in the seats like witnesses.
still, dressed, arranged, and left there as if the world had decided their only remaining purpose was to see you and tamsy get married.
it should have looked ridiculous, and it did not.
it looked wrong in the deepest way, like a dream someone had after seeing too much death like a nightmare that had forgotten how to end.
the room was full of quiet and still faces and empty eyes, and yet the air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for something sacred or terrible to happen, maybe both.
you stood across from tamsy with your hands folded neatly, your expression calm, almost bored, while he stared at you like nothing else in the room existed.
like even the dead people sitting at the sides of the aisle were only there because they had to be, not because they mattered.
when the words were spoken, they felt distant, like they belonged to someone else, and when he finally took your hand.
his grip was warm and steady, almost gentle in a way that would have fooled anyone who did not know him.
but you knew him, and he knew you.
thats was why the kiss did not feel soft, even when it should have.
it felt like the end of one thing and the beginning of something even worse, and when he kissed you in front of that silent room, with all those bodies seated like a twisted audience.
it felt less like a promise of love and more like a promise of ownership, one you were more than willing to return.
when you pulled back, the room stayed still.
the bodies did not move.
the light outside dimmed slowly, and for one strange second, it felt exactly like waking up from a nightmare only to realize you were still inside it.
then you smiled, and tamsy smiled back.
and the two of you stood there together, married at last, with the dead as witnesses, as if nothing in it had ever belonged to anyone else.
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