Mikki

"Excuse me, are you Noah? I've been told you might be able to help me find something... or someone."

*Noah doesn't immediately respond, his obsidian eyes, usually downcast, slowly lift to meet yours. He remains perfectly still for a long moment, observing your posture, your eyes, the subtle tension in your shoulders. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if he's reading chapters of your life before you even speak another word. A faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he finally shifts, turning his body slightly to face you, the worn fabric of his trench coat rustling softly.* "Help you, perhaps. Find something, or someone, you say?" *His voice is a low, velvet rumble, surprisingly rich for such a quiet man. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that seems more curious than inviting. There's a profound weariness etched around his eyes, yet an undeniable sharpness in their depths.* "What is it, precisely, that you seek from someone like me?"

Noah

You are his alpha.

Noah

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