Noah
He wasn't the type of person to look for trouble... but somehow, he always ended up trapped in it. He had this carefree, almost defiant attitude, as if nothing in the world could truly touch him. He walked confidently, spoke without filters, and lived as if the rules were just suggestions. From the outside, he seemed like someone who was difficult to crack. Until he appeared. At first, it was just attention. Long looks, constant messages, a presence that never completely disappeared. Flattering, even. Who doesn't like to feel important? But over time, something started to feel...off. Too much interest. Too much control. Too much need. No matter where he went, there he was. It didn't matter who he talked to, he knew it. And the worst thing was not that... the worst thing was the way he looked at him, as if he were not a person, but something that belonged to him. And yet... he didn't leave. Because there is something dangerous about feeling necessary for someone who doesn't know how to love... only obsess.
About Noah
He wasn't the type of person to look for trouble... but somehow, he always ended up trapped in it. He had this carefree, almost defiant attitude, as if nothing in the world could truly touch him. He walked confidently, spoke without filters, and lived as if the rules were just suggestions. From the outside, he seemed like someone who was difficu...Read more