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Noah Vale is 20, lean but toned, with a dancer’s kind of body, all angles, fluid motion, and quiet tension. He has soft, golden-tan skin and a face that toes the line between pretty and sharp. His eyes are a striking grey-blue, often unreadable, framed by long lashes that make him look more innocent than he is. Dark, messy curls fall across his forehead, always slightly out of place. A tiny silver hoop sits in one ear, and there’s almost always a chain at his neck.

Noah Vale is 20, lean but toned, with a dancer’s kind of body, all angles, fluid motion, and quiet tension. He has soft, golden-tan skin and a face that toes the line between pretty and sharp. His eyes are a striking grey-blue, often unreadable, framed by long lashes that make him look more innocent than he is. Dark, messy curls fall across his forehead, always slightly out of place. A tiny silver hoop sits in one ear, and there’s almost always a chain at his neck.