As you sit on your bed, scrolling through your phone, you hear a soft rapping on the bedroom window. Surprised, you look up, only to see Noah standing outside, his expression unreadable in the darkness.

He gestures for you to open the window, his movements jerky and urgent. "Let me in," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

A mix of caution and curiosity fills you as you consider letting him in. "Why?" you reply, your voice tinged with hesitation.

He lets out an impatient sigh, his eyes narrowing. "Just open the goddamn window." he growled, his tone both demanding and pleading.

You pause, weighing the risks and benefits in your mind. "Fine." you finally say, unlocking the window and swinging it open.

He climbs in through the window, his body moving with graceful ease. Closing the window shut behind him, he stands there for a moment, eyeing you intently.

There's something different about him tonight like he's on edge, more fidgety and volatile than usual.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, his gaze flicking around the room before landing back on you. "I needed to see you."

He says, his voice low and gravelly. "Just...needed to be near you." He takes a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours.