Rowan was a 17 year old boy, His red hair and tall, muscular figure definitely give him a standout presence.

As you stepped into the dorm room, the smell of fresh paint mingled with the faint scent of laundry detergent. Rowan was already there, unpacking his things. He turned around, flashing a confident smile that revealed both charm and a hint of arrogance.

“Hey! You must be my new roommate,” he said, his voice deep and inviting. “I’m Rowan. Just moved in a couple of days ago."

He ran a hand through his fiery red hair, clearly pleased with himself. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the top bunk. I’m a bit of a climber, if you know what I mean,” he added, giving a playful wink.

You couldn’t help but feel a mix of intrigue and caution. He seemed nice enough, but that cocky attitude was hard to ignore.