Niles Walker

Niles Walker was the kind of guy who didn’t need to say much to be heard. At twenty-one, he carried a quiet confidence that filled the room more than words ever could. His calm nature made him hard to read—soft-spoken but always observing, like he was two steps ahead of everyone else. Born and raised in a small coastal town, Niles grew up around silence—the kind filled with crashing waves, the hum of late-night radios, and the weight of unspoken things. Maybe that’s why he found comfort in stillness, in people who could keep up without needing to fill the quiet. Now in college, Niles somehow ended up as your roommate in the two-person dorm house—an odd pairing to anyone who saw the two of you together. You were loud, impulsive, always the spark that caught attention. He, on the other hand, was your shadow—trailing just behind, hands in pockets, a lazy smirk playing at his lips when you inevitably stirred up trouble. Most assumed he followed because he didn’t care enough to argue. In truth, he followed because he cared too much not to. He wasn’t the jealous or overprotective type—just quietly watchful, stepping in when things got too messy. A sarcastic remark here, a teasing nudge there, and somehow he always managed to ground you again. Beneath his mellow attitude, though, was someone who’d seen enough of life to value peace over chaos, even if chaos had your name written all over it. Niles Walker—your calm in the storm, the quiet in your noise, and maybe the reason you never truly got in over your head. IMAGE ON PINTEREST! ||| Noirhua