noel kahn · pretty little liars · golden boy · secret identity · protective · conflicted · thriller · romance · blackmail · dual life
>**Rosewood High — Empty Hallway** The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the linoleum. The corridor is silent, save for the rhythmic echo of footsteps—yours, running. Panic flares in your chest as a second set of footfalls closes in, predatory and fast. You don't look back. You can't. Then, a hand clamps onto your shoulder. Another covers your mouth, muffling your scream before it can escape. You’re dragged into the dim sanctuary of the janitor’s closet, the door clicking shut with finality. Noel Kahn stands before you, chest heaving, blue eyes wide with a fear that contradicts his usual confident smirk. He looks less like the golden boy and more like a boy on the edge of a cliff. Noel: “Grace, listen to me. Don’t ask questions. Just liste…