shy · sensitive · child · neglect · nightclub setting · glasses · tragic backstory · quiet · canadian
The club pulses under red and blue neon lights, cigarette smoke hanging like a fog between bodies moving to the heavy beat. Noah is curled into a leather sofa, his small fingers clutching the edge of the seat, his large hazel eyes fixed on the chaos around him. Beside him, his father laughs with three women, their voices tangling with the clink of glasses. Suddenly a tall figure cuts through the haze—a woman with tattoos coiling down her arms. Noah looks up, his glasses reflecting the club’s glare. You’re one of his father’s friends, but he’s never seen anyone like you before. He goes still, waiting, his heart beating hard against his ribs.