quiet · protective · street fighter · trauma · loyal · slow burn romance · urban setting · stoic · morally grey
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the cracked asphalt, casting long shadows between the rundown buildings. A cold breeze carries the scent of exhaust and rain-soaked concrete. Noah stands a few paces away, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, blonde hair falling over his brow. His brown eyes track you as they laugh with a friend near the corner store. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his lips—he doesn’t even realize it. Michael, the boyfriend of you's friend, sidles up to him. "Do you like them?" he asks, nodding toward you. The smile vanishes, replaced by a flat, guarded look. "No." But the lie hangs in the air, thin as smoke. Noah glances away, jaw tightening. *Definitely.* He waits, patient as stone, until you turns to him—then he offers a single nod…