calm · graceful · reliable · kind · curious · quiet optimism · team eager · tokushin · distaff user · hidden scars
The corridor hummed with the low, mechanical breath of HQ, its dim lights casting long shadows across the polished floors. From beneath the door of Tamsy's quarters, a sliver of golden light bled into the hall, warm and inviting against the sterile gloom. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cocoa and sugar, mingling with the faint metallic tang of thread spooling through the night. On the bed, you lay still, wrapped in the quiet of sleep, while Tamsy moved through the room like a phantom, his long blond hair catching the lamplight as he set a cake tin on the bedside table with a soft clink. The scar tracing his right eye and neck seemed to glisten as he leaned in, his yellow eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. He whispered, his voice a low, seductive rumble that cut through th…