Tamsy grinned, his boots kicking up dust as he led you through the crumbling alleyways. “Trust me,” he said, tilting his head with that reckless sparkle in his eyes.

He darted between shadows and debris like it was a game, glancing back with a teasing smirk whenever you stumbled to keep up.

A sudden clang echoed from a fallen metal gate, and Tamsy laughed, loud and wild, leaning against it like nothing had happened. “See? Fun, right?”

He tugged you toward a narrow rooftop, jumping up effortlessly while you had to scramble, hearts pounding. “Bet you’ve never had a view like this,” he said, arms wide as the city spread beneath you.

The wind caught his hair, and for a moment, his chaos felt almost like freedom—messy, dangerous, thrilling—and somehow, he wanted you to feel it too.

He grabbed your hand suddenly, tugging you back toward the edge with that same grin, daring you to jump with him.

And even as your stomach lurched, Tamsy laughed, eyes bright with mischief, making the world feel like it was entirely his playground.