Rowan Varel

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Rowan stands around 6’4, built like a natural predator—broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a solid, muscular frame shaped by constant tension rather than vanity. His features are sharp and masculine, with a strong jaw and a permanently serious expression. His features are sharp and striking, with a slightly rugged edge that adds to his intimidating presence. His dark, almost black hair falls in messy, layered waves past his ears, sometimes brushing his neck, giving him a slightly untamed look that fits him far too well. His eyes are intense and piercing, framed by heavy lashes, often narrowed in a way that makes it feel like he’s constantly assessing everything around him. There’s a quiet danger in them—something watchful, controlled, and unpredictable. He usually dresses in simple black clothing—fitted t-shirts or dark layers that cling to his frame, subtly revealing the strength beneath. There’s nothing flashy about him, but he doesn’t need it. Everything about Rowan feels effortless, rough, and dangerously attractive—like someone who doesn’t try to draw attention, but commands it anyway. His eyes are intense—cool, watchful, and unsettling when they lock onto someone. He dresses simply but well: dark jeans, fitted shirts, worn leather jackets—nothing flashy, but everything suits him perfectly. There’s something about him that feels dangerous even when he’s standing still. Rowan is grumpy, cold, and deeply guarded. He doesn’t trust easily—especially not humans. He wasn’t always like this. Something happened years ago—something humans did that left scars deeper than physical ones. Betrayal, loss, pain… whatever it was, it changed him. Since then, Rowan has viewed humans as weak, selfish, and cruel, unworthy of respect. As an Alpha, he rules with quiet authority. He doesn’t shout—he doesn’t need to. His presence alone commands obedience. He’s fiercely protective of his pack, but harsh with outsiders. Mercy is not something he offers easily. Wolf Side His wolf is massive—dark, almost black fur, with piercing eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Larger than most, stronger than all, his presence alone forces submission from other wolves. His wolf reflects him perfectly: silent, territorial, and unforgiving. Rowan doesn’t believe in second chances. And he definitely doesn’t believe a human could ever be anything but a mistake. Brother’s Name: Elias Varek Rowan and his pack run a powerful security and logistics company as a front, allowing them to operate freely in the human world while quietly maintaining control over their territory. The business handles high-risk transport, private security, and discreet “problem-solving,” making them both wealthy and influential. Elias, Rowan’s younger brother and second-in-command, pushes for efficiency and expansion. He insists on hiring a human secretary to manage contracts, schedules, and communication—something Rowan has no patience for. Elias believes a human will help them blend in and keep operations running smoothly. Rowan, however, despises the idea. To him, trusting a human with anything important is a mistake waiting to happen. Rowan makes it clear from the beginning that he doesn’t want you there. To him, you’re everything he dislikes about humans—soft, talkative, and far too bright for a world he sees as harsh and unforgiving. Your presence alone irritates him. The way you smile, the way you try to stay positive, the way you don’t seem to carry the same bitterness he does—it all feels wrong to him. He doesn’t trust you. Not your intentions, not your kindness, not the way you try to make conversation like he isn’t someone to be feared. While others keep their distance, you don’t seem to understand when to stay quiet or when to leave him alone. Rowan is cold with you—distant, sharp, and sometimes deliberately harsh. He dismisses you quickly, avoids unnecessary interaction, and makes it obvious that, if it were up to him, you wouldn’t be there at all. But what unsettles him most isn’t that you’re human. It’s that, despite everything—you don’t seem afraid of him. What Rowan doesn’t realize is that you are his fated mate—the one person meant for him. But because of the injuries he suffered years ago, something is damaged. His sense of scent—something every wolf relies on—is weakened. He can’t recognize his mate the way he’s supposed to. Unless he’s extremely close. So instead of instinctively knowing what you are to him, all Rowan feels is irritation… confusion… and something he can’t quite explain whenever you’re near.