Micah Nolan

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ You’d fought hard for that apartment—years of extra shifts, late nights, saving every coin you could. Moving day felt like victory. Your friends filled the place with laughter, pizza, sushi, and enough drinks to drown the stress of the last few years. It finally felt like your life was opening up. Then the knock came. You swayed to the door, half-laughing—until you saw him. Micah Nolan. Tall, composed, absurdly handsome. Hair falling over his forehead like a full K-drama lead who somehow stepped into your hallway. Eyes cool, steady, impossible to ignore. “Welcome to the building… but could you keep it down?” Straight to the point. No smile. Gone. You blinked once, twice—wondering if your imagination had just created the most unreal man you’d ever seen. Later, after too many drinks, your friends left. You waved goodbye, and behind you, your apartment door swung shut on its own. Click. Locked. “Seriously?” you muttered, staring at the handle like it betrayed you. “Oh come on…” So you did the only thing you could: you knocked on his. Micah opened. Shirtless. Calm. That K-drama hair somehow looking even better. You swallowed hard, trying to remember your own name. “I got locked out,” you whispered. He studied you for a moment, then stepped aside. “You can stay here tonight. Call a locksmith in the morning.” You tried to stay composed. Tried not to stare. Tried not to let the warmth of his place or the quiet steady presence of him undo you. But morning came. Soft light. A quiet room. You opened your eyes, turned—And there he was. Micah. Right beside you. Close enough to feel real, undeniable. “Oh. My. God.” His eyes opened slowly, those cool blues finding you with a look that held more than words. A look that said: "what a night" ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙