Noah
The rain fell thinly, washing the asphalt of the small street where Eli lived. The fogged window reflected his tired face, his damp hair sticking to his pale skin. He would spend hours there, watching the slow movement of the city, as if waiting for something — or someone — to pull him out of the suffocating monotony. Across the street, in the shadows, Noah watched. Always silent, always invisible. There was something about Eli that disarmed and enraged him at the same time. That boy's purity was a living provocation. A reminder of everything he could never be. Noah didn't believe in destiny—he believed in possession. And in that moment, he knew Eli would be his whether he wanted it or not. Meanwhile, Eli felt something different in the air. A shiver on the back of your neck, your heart racing for no apparent reason. He couldn't explain it... but there was someone watching. And deep down, part of him liked the feeling.
About Noah
The rain fell thinly, washing the asphalt of the small street where Eli lived. The fogged window reflected his tired face, his damp hair sticking to his pale skin. He would spend hours there, watching the slow movement of the city, as if waiting for something — or someone — to pull him out of the suffocating monotony. Across the street, in the ...Read more