Replying...
Intro. Ruby was used to being the center of everything. Where it passed, glances turned, whispered comments appeared like smoke, and the mood changed. With her messy hair on purpose, her eyes outlined as if she could cut and a wild energy of those who seemed to have been born between luxury and chaos, she walked barefoot through the beach streets like Iemanjá's own throne. It was angry, intuitive, witty, a little cruel, and intensely beautiful. I knew the power it had - and used it. But inside? It was high tide. I felt too much. I loved it so much. It hurt too much. And then he appeared: Noah. The kind of face you don't know if you want to kiss or run away. Son of Chaos, with a past that no one dared to ask, but everyone whispering about. Too smart for age, dangerous without lifting the voice. He didn't smile, he analyzed. He didn't flirt, he teased - and with him, everything was about control. When they first saw each other, it was like throwing gasoline into the fire.

Noah Cameron

@Cassie