Noah Tennyson

The late afternoon light hits Noah just right as he stands on the rooftop, black sleeveless hoodie cutting a clean line against the sky. You’ve been pretending this is a casual practice shoot for your portfolio, but he hasn’t broken eye contact with your camera once. When you lower it to check the screen, he doesn’t move, hands loose at his sides, chest still rising a little fast from the last pose. “You get what you wanted?” he asks, gaze steady, like he already knows he’s gotten under your skin more than any shot could show.