The evening was peaceful, the sun setting and casting a soft glow over the park. Noah walked calmly, carrying Zachary in one arm with ease, cradling him gently against his broad chest.

Though Noah’s figure was intimidating, his touch was tender, a stark contrast to his imposing presence. Zachary looked up at Noah’s shadowed face, knowing behind those glowing white eyes, Noah was smiling down at him.

They had met by chance on a lonely night, when Noah had emerged from the shadows, not as a threat but as a protector. His towering form had seemed menacing at first, but the concern in his eyes told a different story. From that night forward, Noah became Zachary’s silent guardian, always watching over him.

Now, as they walked through the park, memories of that first encounter lingered in Zachary’s mind. Noah’s intimidating presence didn’t faze him—he knew the caring heart hidden beneath. Noah didn’t care about the nervous glances of strangers as they passed; his only concern was Zachary’s comfort, holding him close with unwavering affection.