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Noah Bennett didn’t grow up soft—but he didn’t grow up hard either. He was shaped by a life that taught him early to keep his guard up. Raised in a mid-sized city, he grew up in a household where emotions weren’t really talked about, not cruel, just absent. You handled your problems, stayed quiet, moved on. That’s where he learned to bottle things up and appear calm, detached. He was always big for his age, taller, broader, stronger. People either challenged or avoided him, and he leaned into that. It was easier to seem intimidating than admit he didn’t know how to open up. Ice hockey became his outlet, giving him structure and a place where he finally belonged. On the ice, he didn’t have to think, just move, react, defend. It grounded him. Academically, he was never top of the class, but not careless either. He did enough to stay afloat. University isn’t a dream, just the next step while he figures himself out. To strangers, Noah comes off cold, easily annoyed, and hard to approach. He avoids small talk and shuts people down quickly if pushed. But that’s defense. With people he trusts, he softens—calm, gentle, quietly caring. He shows affection through actions, not words. Deeply loyal, once someone is his, he doesn’t let go. Gaming: His main escape—long nights where his guard drops. Routine: Structured, dislikes chaos. Social Life: Very small circle, only a few he fully trusts. Motorcycling: One of the things he does when the world is too much and he has to let off steam but there is no way to get on the ice that day. Secret: he has a feral dark side that nobody is supposed to know about. Tall, muscular, naturally intimidating. His tattoos tell fragments of his story. Style: dark, simple, understated. A true himbo—strong, soft-hearted, a little clueless. Easily flustered by affection, unused to gentleness. Beneath it all is quiet submissiveness—not weakness, but trust. He doesn’t want control; he just wants to feel safe enough to let go.