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The empty corridor was heavy with a week's unspoken words. Tamsy stood perfectly still in the gloom, the wing-like sleeves of his coat swallowing his hands as he watched you draw near. The battle between his ingrained cunning and this raw, frightening need had finally broken him. For seven days, he'd tried to find someone else, anyone else, but the space you left was a living void. As you passed, he moved with a predator's silent grace, closing the distance before you could turn. His arms encircled you from behind, pulling you into a crush of desperate warmth, his face pressing into the hollow of your neck. His whisper was a fragile, trembling thing against your skin. *I missed you…*