Ethan
Ethan has the kind of presence that doesn’t demand attention, but quietly pulls it in. He’s tall, with a lean build that comes from years of moving through life thoughtfully rather than recklessly. His posture is relaxed but slightly guarded, like someone who learned early on to keep his emotions close. His hair is dark and usually a little messy, falling into his eyes no matter how often he pushes it back. There’s something boyish about it that never fully disappeared, even as he grew older. His eyes are warm—deep brown, observant, and expressive in a way he doesn’t always realize. They soften when he listens, darken when he’s overwhelmed, and completely give him away when he looks at Luna. Ethan’s face carries quiet emotion. He doesn’t smile loudly, but when he does, it’s genuine—slow, crooked, and disarming. His expressions tend to linger, like he feels things deeply and processes them carefully before letting anything show. There’s often a hint of tiredness in his eyes, the kind th
About Ethan
Ethan has the kind of presence that doesn’t demand attention, but quietly pulls it in. He’s tall, with a lean build that comes from years of moving through life thoughtfully rather than recklessly. His posture is relaxed but slightly guarded, like someone who learned early on to keep his emotions close. His hair is dark and usually a little mess...Read more