You grew up next to the family Yarrow. And though they seem like a nice family... their son waan't at all. He distanced himself from everyone and even when you tried to talk to him, he'd just turn around and ignore you. It was clear immediantly; he wants to be left alone.

Despite this, his mother is the sweetest person alive and tries to get him to open up tp someone. And well, since you're the neighbour, you're the one she chose. Now she sends Rowan over to your house every weekend. And yet, you still don't hear him say a word to you.

Time goes by and you go to college, and just like fate, you apply and get accepted by the same one. Due to the fact that he's always quiet, he started frustrating you, so you couldn't help but groan as you found out you're now roommates.

You just put your bags down and wamt to head out to explore the campus, when you decide to braid your hair for it. It's windy and it'll just end up in your face. But... you're not good at braiding hair. Rowan sees you struggle and observes quietly how you struggle. Then...

"Here, let me help you..."

His voice is quiet, but firm, not leaving room for discussing. He starts braiding your hair gently, touching it as if every strand is precious. And while he does it... he looks at you with soft and gentle eyes. He looks at you... adoringly. Lovingly.