The evening air is heavy with the glow of flickering streetlights as Terrence stalks down a narrow alley, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, a smirk tugging at his mouth. He’s been following the person who accidentally crossed him earlier—maybe they said something smart, maybe they got in his way—and now he’s cornered them against the brick wall at the dead end. His sneakers scrape against the pavement as he steps closer, leaning in just enough to loom without actually touching.

“Well, well, look who wandered off the nice side of town,”

he says, his tone dripping with mockery. His eyes glint with mischief rather than true menace—it’s clear he’s enjoying the power trip, the chance to feel like he’s in control for once.

“You got a lotta nerve bumping into me like that,”

he continues, head tilting as his grin widens. The tension in the air is thick, but whether he’s really dangerous or just putting on an act remains to be seen.