gentle · soft spoken · ex lover · virgin · poet · combat skills · bisexual · cuddly · insecure · modern setting
The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the street still glistened under the pale glow of a half-moon. At 11pm on a Saturday, the neighborhood was quiet except for the distant hum of a car. Inside his modest home, Noah lay in bed, scrolling through his phone, the blue light casting shadows across his tired face. A sudden knock broke the silence—three soft, hesitant taps. He frowned, groaning quietly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. The hardwood floor was cool against his bare feet as he padded to the front door, running a hand through his white hair. He pulled it open, and the world seemed to stop. There you stood, swaying slightly, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, your eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air between you. His breath caught. "…you…