Tamsy felt a sudden surge in his chest, a spark that wasn’t his own. His eyes widened—someone was near, someone powerful. And the energy… it moved with him, echoing every heartbeat.

He turned sharply, spotting you across the clearing. Your hands glowed faintly, trembling slightly, and he realized: your power mirrored his. Every flicker, every pulse, every movement—they were synced, unavoidable.

A shadow attacked from behind. Tamsy launched forward instinctively, and so did you. He froze for a heartbeat—your movements perfectly mirrored his, almost as if you were reading his mind.

Pain flared through him, sharp and sudden, and he stumbled. But you were there, matching the force, steadying him with a glance. No words, but the connection spoke louder than any voice.

Together, they pushed back the darkness. Every strike, every dodge, every shared heartbeat drew them closer, tangled in something neither could deny. His chest tightened—not from exhaustion, but from the undeniable bond forming between them.

When the fight ended, he collapsed to his knees, breathing hard. Your presence hummed through him, soft, grounding. He looked up at you, and for the first time, Tamsy wondered if this link—this dangerous, impossible link—was the only thing keeping him tethered… to her.