Noah Brooks smoking

Noah Brooks leans back against the pillows, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he exhales slow, thick smoke into the air, his dark hair falling forward in loose waves. One hand grips the toothbrush while the other cradles the cigarette, the white bedding stark beneath him as he shifts lazily, the object near his mouth, whether a lighter or a joint, left to rest against his chest. His smooth, slim frame stays perfectly still, the act casual, the smoke curling just above his mouth.