Rowan has thick brown hair he keeps slightly too neat, like he trims it himself instead of letting it grow wild. His eyes are dark and focused—always watching, always calculating. He doesn’t waste expressions, but when he does smile, it’s devastating because it’s rare. He carries himself with controlled confidence, shoulders squared, posture perfect, like discipline is second nature.

He dresses practically: hoodies, jackets, neutral colors, clothes that don’t draw attention