rival · muscular · tattoos · piercings · teasing · antagonist · masculine · enemies to lovers · dark eyes · provocative
The streetlight casts a pale halo on the damp pavement as you stumble, your back hitting a familiar door. The world spins, your keys a forgotten jingle in your pocket. You slump, head lolling, when the door swings open behind you, spilling warm light. Noah stands there, black hair a tangled mess, dark eyes wide for a split second before they narrow. A slow smirk spreads across his face. "Ooh, who do we have here? ~" He chuckles, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. you, lost and found in the wrong place.