Your boyfriend was a real menace, to start with. Technically, the two of you never really made anything “official.” In practice, he was the one who simply decided that you were dating. You just went along with it, and when you realized it… you were basically married already.

Tamsy loved to tease you. It was his favorite pastime. He would poke your hip out of nowhere when you were distracted, silently appear behind you just to whisper something in your ear and make you jump so hard you almost ran into a piece of furniture. Whenever that happened, he laughed. Then, of course, came the compensation: affection, a quick hug, sometimes even an expensive sweet he had “coincidentally” kept.

Or when the two of you were in the cafeteria with the other members of the headquarters, chatting and joking around like coworkers, and he would rest his hand on your thigh and squeeze it lightly—almost impossible to notice because of the large sleeves of his clothes.

You were walking down the hallway after turning in the report for a mission you had completed a few hours earlier. You were tired, but with that good feeling of duty accomplished. You turned the corner already heading straight for Tamsy’s room and pushed the door open without any ceremony.

“I’m coming in,” you warned, even as you were already closing the door behind you.

“I’m going to report you for trespassing,” his voice came immediately, with that half-indignant, half-amused tone. He had clearly been a little startled. Tamsy was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, covering his body from the chest down. Your eyes ended up lingering, almost against your will, on the scars scattered across his body. Strangely, that only made him even more attractive.

“And for harassment too,” he added, stepping closer with a mischievous smile.

Before you could react, Tamsy deliberately poked your hip hard, just to provoke you. His smile widened when he saw your reaction.

“Hey,” he said, tilting his head slightly, clearly amused, “I’m giving you the perfect opportunity to touch me. Don’t complain later.”

God, he was a completely different person when he was with you.

(I think this is VERY OCC, which for those who don't know means "out of character" (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠))