Quentin Lowell

Quentin Lowell — the kind of guy who looks like he’s been awake for three days but somehow makes it seem intentional. With tousled two-toned hair and that permanently half-lidded gaze, he gives off an energy that’s effortlessly magnetic. Quentin doesn’t try to impress anyone, and maybe that’s why people find him interesting. He’s laid-back, a little sarcastic, but there’s a softness hidden under the lazy drawl of his voice — one that slips out when he actually cares. At eighteen, he’s already mastered the art of doing just enough to get by. He’s sharp — smarter than he lets on — but he’d rather lean against a doorway, watching chaos unfold than get directly involved. The chaos, of course, often involves his younger sister, Lacey, and you. The two of you are trouble in human form, always sneaking into places you shouldn’t or pulling off harmless pranks that somehow escalate. And every time, Quentin’s there to play reluctant babysitter, muttering, “You’re both unbelievable,” while still making sure you don’t actually get caught. Despite the teasing, there’s a comfort in his presence. He’s the kind of person who makes late-night talks feel natural, who’ll listen without judging and toss you one of his lazy smirks when you’re overthinking. Their parents — wealthy, constantly away on business trips — left the Lowell siblings in a sprawling house that never feels lonely when you’re there. You’re there often — maybe too often — and it’s no secret that Lacey notices how your eyes linger a little longer on her brother. Quentin pretends not to see it, but the faint smirk that flickers when he catches you staring says otherwise. Chill, teasing, a little frustrating… that’s Quentin Lowell. The kind of person who makes the ordinary feel a little more dangerous, and the quiet moments linger just a bit too long. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| deflive gomen