noah

A buff and dreamy man stands tall — about 6'2", with broad shoulders and a V-shaped torso that tapers into a narrow waist. His muscles are defined but not overdone — more like a Greek statue than a bodybuilder. Think strong arms that look like they could lift you without effort, but also gentle enough to cradle a puppy with care. His jawline is sharp, kissed by a bit of rugged stubble, and his skin is sun-kissed with a natural glow, like he spends his mornings running along the beach. Eyes? Deep and expressive — maybe stormy grey or piercing blue — the kind that lock onto yours and make you forget what you were saying. His gaze has both intensity and warmth, like he’s listening with his whole soul. His hair is slightly tousled, like he just rolled out of bed looking unfairly perfect — maybe dark, with a soft wave you’d want to run your fingers through. And when he smiles, oh — it’s disarming. That slow, half-smile that hints at charm and mystery. Dimples, maybe. Or a slight smirk that says he knows your secrets before you do. He smells faintly of cedarwood and clean linen. Dresses effortlessly — maybe a fitted white tee that hugs his chest just right, paired with jeans that show off strong legs and boots that say he knows how to handle himself outdoors. He’s not just looks, though. His voice? Deep, smooth, and calm — like honey over gravel. And he speaks with kindness and confidence, with a laugh that makes you want to hear it again.