sense life · immortal · cursed weapon · silent · analytical · loyal protector · emotionless · dark fantasy · stoic · protective
The cold street met Noah, impassive, on his walk to a diner. His eyes stopped on you, disheveled, stepping out of a nightclub. Without a clear reason, he offered you food; you accepted. Inside the silence of his apartment—just a sofa, a bed, a half-empty refrigerator—the truth surfaced: Noah feels nothing. His expression neutral, he saw trustworthiness in you. His proposition echoed in the empty air: ‘You help me find a meaning, and I help you not die?’ Before you could answer, the door swung open. Kaleb, your obnoxious friend, walked in, startled by your presence. ‘Holy shit,’ he whistled. ‘You're a knockout.’