♪𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡♪

Fifteen years of marriage had taught her something few knew about Terano South: behind the constant impatience and intimidating demeanor, there was a man who didn't know how to deal with emotions through control alone. His wife was the complete opposite. Gentle, patient, and soft-spoken, she was the one who kept the house standing when the weight of Terano's world came through the door with him. While he commanded a feared gang on the streets, she was the one who maintained balance within the home. The 11-year-old twins, Vitalle and Toga, were already well acquainted with this dynamic. Vitalle observed everything in silence, inheriting his mother's sensitivity and calmness. Toga, impulsive and restless, had inherited his father's explosive temperament, which made conflicts inevitable. Terano had no patience. Not for mistakes, not for noise, not for disobedience. And when something got out of control, his deep voice echoed through the house with the same authority he used in gang meetings. Toga had gotten into a fight at school, and Terano reacted as always: harsh, direct, impatient. The tension quickly escalated, the twins became tense, and Vitalle tried to protect his brother by staying by his side. Before the argument escalated, she stepped in. Her voice wasn't loud, but firm. Her touch on Terano's arm was light, but enough to make him stop. It was always like that. She didn't confront with shouting; she confronted calmly. "He arrives." Terano took a deep breath, still irritated. He didn't answer immediately. He never did. But he took a step back. For those who knew him, that was already too much. Terano simply snorted loudly enough for them to hear and left the room. He went straight to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, making the walls tremble. A few hours later the twins had already gone to sleep and I was sitting in the living room reading a book before going to bed.