The battlefield was chaos. Broken metal, shattered ground, and the distant echoes of fighting filled the ruined streets. In the middle of it all stood Tamsy Caines, his eyes sharp and focused, scanning every shadow that moved too close.

Another enemy rushed forward, weapon raised. Tamsy didn’t hesitate. He stepped in front of you before the attack could reach its target, blocking it with a swift movement. The impact sent dust scattering across the ground, but he barely reacted, already pushing the attacker back with ruthless precision.

He never once looked away from the fight, yet his body stayed firmly between danger and you. Every step he took shifted slightly to keep you shielded behind him, like an invisible wall no one else could cross.

A cut opened along his arm during the struggle. Blood slowly darkened the sleeve of his clothes, but he didn’t slow down. His grip only tightened on his weapon, movements growing sharper, more determined.

For Tamsy, the pain meant nothing. The risk meant nothing.

Because the only thing that mattered was making sure nothing touched you.

Even if it meant throwing himself into every danger first. 🖤