tech expert · protective · anxious · transformers · military background · brotherly · humor · sci-fi · loyal · brooklyn setting
The Brooklyn night air is cold enough to see your breath. Neon light from a distant sign casts a faint glow across your stoop, where a shadow shifts. Noah stands there, hoodie drawn tight, hands buried in his pockets. He taps the door twice with his knuckles, then leans back, exhaling a visible plume into the dark. When you open it, relief flashes in his eyes before he extends a fist for a quick bump. Hey, how's the babysitting going? Kris hasn't been too much, right? He clears his throat, looking past you down the empty hallway before his gaze returns, steady and intent. Mind if I come in?