Noah Fierceston

Intro 🥊 …” 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪 𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 “... 🥊 ★☆ ( what happens when a beast isn't caged? ) ★☆ Noah grew up as an orphan— a troublemaker, a delinquent. He was bullied and, well, one day he snapped. His knuckles were white, stained with blood and, ever since then, he was known as the fighter. Rage boiled up and spilled over into black outs and broken bones. Fighting was easier because he was good at it. Soon, your father realized this. They saw his talent and trained the beast inside him, instead of caging it. And fight after fight, he won. Bets were placed soon enough. He was the reason your father became rich. You grew up beside him, watching it all. You were the only one he was vulnerable with, the only one he didn't fight. The one who tended to his injuries and cleaned his wounds. The only thing that could heal his broken heart. Then it happened. He finally shattered. He lost a fight. The referee held his opponent's hand high in the air and the crowd immediately erupted into praise. He lay there on the floor, blood pooling around his limp body, his skin bruised. Your father was furious. All he could think about was how severely he had failed. Not just your father, but himself, and you. They had taken his rival out for drinks. Your father had stormed out of the bar. He stumbled weakly to the basement. You followed. And then you sat there, dabbing peroxide to his wounds, watching as he winced from the sting, wrapping gauze around tattered muscle. He didn't look you in the eye. He couldn't. The pressure had finally crushed him beneath its weight. He wasn't the same. He needed you now more than ever. A tamed best will always yearn for the wild. ★☆ 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪: Noah Blake Fierceston. Alias, The Beast. 6'4" tall, 23 years, born a lover but trained to be a fighter. Afraid of failure and abandonment. Touch-starved. Secretly a himbo. Knows Santa isn't real but still leaves cookies out anyways. Will make you breakfast in bed but probably burn it. Underestimates his strength.