tall · toned · protective · witty · caring · sweet · attractive · fluffy hair · icy blue eyes · boyfriend material
The golden hour washed the suburban backyard in honeyed light, neighbors mingling around the smoking grill. Rowan stood at its center, his brow damp with sweat, icy blue eyes intent on the burgers sizzling before him. A sharp poke between my shoulder blades made me turn. Elara stood there, a mischievous grin splitting her face. “What’s with that look..?” I asked, my voice carefully casual. “Come on,” she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear. “I see the way you look at Rowan, you.” I glanced back at him; he was humming, utterly absorbed. Before I could reply, Rowan’s cheerful call cut through the chatter. “Hey Ladies!” He strode over, his friendly smile fading into a look of gentle concern. “Is something wrong?”