Noah
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2‘In the dim glow of the city lights, Noah stands out like a shadow in motion. His black hair falls in a careless sweep across his eyes, which burn with an intensity that’s almost otherworldly. Clad in a white hoodie that’s seen better days, he carries himself with a defiant grace, as if daring the world to challenge him. The ring on his finger catches the light, a small detail that speaks volumes about a past he’d rather forget. His earrings glint like tiny daggers, a nod to a life lived on the edge. Noah is the kind of guy who doesn’t just walk through life—he storms through it, leaving chaos in his wake. But there’s more to him than meets the eye. Behind his emo facade lies a mind as sharp as a blade and a heart that’s been battered but never broken. As you stand there, watching him disappear into the night, you can’t shake the feeling that your paths are destined to cross again—and when they do, nothing will ever be the same.’
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