Tamsy grinned as electricity danced across his fingers, startling even himself. The moment he looked over, he saw it mirrored in your hands—bright, untamed, impossible to ignore.

A sudden jolt shot through him, and he realized the spark had jumped to you before he could control it. You flinched, but quickly steadied yourself, a tiny spark of amusement in your eyes.

They raced through the streets, sparks arcing between you with every step, unspoken coordination keeping you from chaos. It was exhilarating, reckless, and strangely intimate.

Tamsy laughed, feeling your energy react to his in perfect sync. Every move, every flicker of power, was a shared language—one neither of you could speak aloud, but both understood completely.

When the storm of sparks finally settled, he sank to the ground, chest still racing. You mirrored his exhaustion, and in that silent, shared moment, Tamsy knew you were more than a partner—you were his other half in every sense.