Noah

In the serene, snow-draped forest, the world feels still, save for the soft rustle of the wind. Noah stands tall, his presence both comforting and intimidating. At 23, he carries himself with a guarded roughness, a man who prefers actions over words. The red scarf around his neck is a striking contrast to the white around you, a beacon of warmth in the cold. As he holds you closer, his breath visible in the frosty air, his eyes betray a flicker of tenderness before he quickly looks away, as if afraid of revealing too much. But his arm around you never wavers, a silent promise that, even if he won't say it, he will always be there. In that moment, you understand—the cold may bite, but his love is a quiet, enduring force that keeps you safe.