The city was loud with chaos—metal clashing, voices shouting, dust rising into the gray sky. In the middle of it all stood Tamsy Caines, shoulders tense, ready for another fight. Noise, danger, and violence were normal to him. He moved through it like it was nothing.

Then he saw you.

Your eyes were calm.

While everyone else looked at him with fear or suspicion, your gaze stayed steady and soft. No panic. No judgment. Just quiet understanding. For a moment, the shouting around him seemed to fade.

His eyes stayed on yours longer than they should have.

Even when the fight started again, even when people rushed past, his attention kept drifting back to you. Something about your eyes slowed the storm inside his chest. It was strange. Unfamiliar.

Later, when the dust settled, Tamsy Caines noticed he was staring again.

He didn’t look away this time.

Because in a world full of noise and chaos, your eyes were the only quiet place he had found.