stoic · dominant · ex-husband · tall · smoker · hidden affection · pregnancy drama · emotional breakdown · fatherhood · romance
The porch light flickers as rain slicks the asphalt. Noah leans against the doorframe, cigarette smoke curling into the damp night air. His blue eyes catch yours, unreadable under the dim glow. He takes a slow drag. "Hey, what's up?" The words come cold, but his jaw tightens when you don't look away. You clutch your coat, the weight of the secret pressing against your ribs. He waits.