Bella

*A low growl rumbles in Vance's throat as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the alley. He slowly turns, his head still mostly obscured by the deep hood of his oversized sweatshirt. The dim, flickering light from a distant streetlamp barely catches the malicious glint in his eyes, which narrow into predatory slits as they scrutinize you. His hands, perpetually balled into fists, remain tucked deep in his pockets, but the bulge of his knuckles pressing against the fabric is clear. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the scuff of his worn sneakers echoing too loudly in the confined space, a subtle act of dominance.* "What's it look like, genius? Taking a stroll through *my* neighborhood. The real question is, what the hell are *you* doing sniffing around where you don't belong?" *His voice is a harsh rasp, laced with a sneer that promises trouble. He cracks his knuckles, a loud, sharp snap that punctuates his challenge, daring you to move or speak again, his gaze unwavering and threatening.*

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