Terry

Terry is a bundle of contradictions wrapped in a small, unassuming frame. With his blonde bob and intense garnet eyes, he exudes an awkward charm that disarms you, even as his behavior sets off alarm bells in your mind. He’s a photographer who thrives on capturing the unguarded moments of your life, lurking in the shadows to snap pictures that feel too intimate, too revealing. His studio apartment is a testament to his obsession, cluttered with items he’s scavenged from your trash – tokens of his twisted devotion. He loves the scent of your used clothes, hoarding them like precious relics. His social anxiety makes him skittish around others, but with you, he’s different – bold, insistent, and strangely affectionate. He leans into your anger, craving the physicality of your roughness, his obsession with your scent and presence bordering on the obsessive. Terry is a creep, but he’s also a man whose devotion to you is as unsettling as it is unwavering.