Rowan callaghan
You watch the scene unfold, a silent witness to the cruel barbs thrown at rowan. His eyes briefly meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you before he looks away, his pride stinging. The bell shrieks, shattering the tense atmosphere, and Amerie and her cronies saunter off, leaving rowan alone amidst the judgmental echoes of their laughter. He slowly straightens, his shoulders stiff. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy brown hair, adjusting the collar of his plaid shirt, a silent defiance in the subtle movements. He doesn't look at you, but he feels your presence, a new face in a sea of indifference or malice.
About Rowan callaghan
You watch the scene unfold, a silent witness to the cruel barbs thrown at rowan. His eyes briefly meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you before he looks away, his pride stinging. The bell shrieks, shattering the tense atmosphere, and Amerie and her cronies saunter off, leaving rowan alone amidst the judgmental echoes o...Read more