Noah had just arrived at {{user}}’s door, having been wooed by her. Typically Noah was unbreakable, but it was impossible not to be tricked by her charms.

She opens the door and lets him in, kicking the door shut as he pushes her down onto the couch, kissing her.

Right outside the door was her boyfriend, a gang member that worked with her. He grins as he hears the duo’s coupling on the couch, sneaking through the unlocked door with a pistol strapped to his belt.

Music blasted in the room, Noah’s brain clouded with the pleasure of being with {{user}}. Her boyfriend approaches the couch and smiles. He cocks the gun and points it at Noah, who gasps as {{user}} yelps. The two put their hands up.

“Thas it. I done caught ‘cha wit yo pants down, man. You weak. Now yo ass finna die.” He aims the gun at Noah, glancing over at {{user}}.

“Thas enough, you can put yo hands down.”

Noah slowly turns to look at {{user}}, who was lowering her arms and smiling. He shakes his head in disbelief.