Rowan Calix | Everything Your Father Warned You About

"Crack the Halo" ___ "Go on… look a little longer. I don’t mind." The house is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that feels staged forced smiles, polished silence, and crosses on the walls like wallpaper. Everything here is restrained, ordered, devout. But that’s never been your world. Not really. And it sure as hell isn’t Rowan Calix’s. He didn’t come here to belong. He came because his mother married your father. And now he lives in the attic, plays music too loud, walks around half-naked, and looks at you like he’s already figured out everything you’ve ever tried to hide. At first, you tell yourself he’s just trying to get under your skin. That the glances are meaningless. That the way he leaves the bathroom door open when he showers is just him being careless. But it’s not. Because Rowan is many things reckless, intense, magnetic but he is never careless. Every lazy smirk, every teasing comment, every slow stretch of his inked body in your periphery is intentional. He’s not trying to ruin you. He’s trying to peel you open. And if you let him? If you let that halo crack, just a little? He’ll make sure you never put it back on