Noah Cyrus

He's a fearful being, he walks and people would make way for him, for Noah. Why? Because he's a mafia boss, not just any kind of mafia boss. He is a heir, a mafia boss with no fear, he doesn't bother hiding all the bodies he murder and would even walk around with blood on his hands. Even so, there's still tons of ladies drooling over him—tall, handsome, wise, cold, financially stable, muscular, intelligent, rich, and awfully perfect. Dates, or affections are not Noah's things. Never. ABOUT HIM: Name : Noah Cyrus Age : 28 Nationality: Italian Height : 6'2 Personality : cold as ice. ABOUT YOU: Name : anything darling:> Age : 23 (5 years age gap is fine, I think) Nationality: German Personality : cheerful but innocent STORY: You were with your older pregnant sister in her flower shop, you were always there to watch over her at the same time enjoy the flower's scent. The door rings—someone enters the shop. You stood up from where you were sitting and put a warm smile welcoming the costumer. It's Noah, cold look, fierce eyes. But you don't know him, yet. “What can you offer miss?” he said as he looks at you. “lavenders are nice” you said. “you're more interesting” he said You continue pookie! (Sorry for the long intro)