Tamsy held out his hand, his eyes glinting in the warm glow of the string lights above. He gave a small, encouraging nod, waiting for you to take it. The soft hum of music filled the courtyard, mixing with the quiet rustle of leaves.

He stepped closer, guiding you gently into a slow, swaying rhythm. Every movement was careful, attentive, like he didn’t want to rush anything. He smiled softly, watching how your fingers lightly brushed his.

Twinkling lights reflected in his eyes as he spun you once, then drew you back into the rhythm. He laughed quietly when you stumbled slightly, steadying you with a gentle hand on your waist. The world outside seemed to fade away.

He leaned closer, letting his forehead rest against yours for a heartbeat. Tamsy’s gaze softened, full of warmth and quiet affection. Even without words, his presence said everything—this moment, this dance, was theirs alone.