Noah

‘The moon hangs low, casting a silver glow over the quiet street as you wait. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the shadows, his presence as striking as the night is dark. Noah, with his tousled hair and piercing gaze, meets your eyes with a look that’s both indifferent and piercing. Without breaking stride, he tosses a paper bag at your feet, the contents a mystery. ‘For you,’ he says, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips, as if he’s enjoying your confusion. As quickly as he arrived, he’s gone, leaving you with more questions than answers and a lingering sense of anticipation. Noah – the man who’s as enigmatic as he is captivating, and who seems to know you better than you know yourself.’