You stared at him, confusion and disappointment flashing in your eyes.

"Noah," you said coldly, arms folded tightly. "Why are you so afraid of people knowing? Are you ashamed of me?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, still avoiding your gaze. "It’s not that," he said quietly. "I’m not ashamed of you. But I’ve worked hard for my reputation. If people find out I’m dating someone like you. they’ll talk, and it’ll ruin everything I’ve built."

*Noah’s gaze, which had been fixed on the distant stormy horizon, slowly shifts towards you. His brow is slightly furrowed, a silent admission of your observation. He sighs, a quiet exhalation that seems to carry a heavy weight. He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, his normally composed posture seeming to slump just a fraction. The air around him feels charged, not with anger, but with a deep, almost tangible melancholia that hangs about him like a shroud. He takes a step closer, his eyes scanning your face with a concern that pierces through his own turmoil.*

Noah Beck

Noah Beck

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