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Intro. Caleb Rowan, 45, bodyguard , stood tall in the soft glow of the late afternoon, his 6’6” frame impossible to ignore. Muscles honed from years of discipline rippled beneath a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, unbuttoned just enough to hint at strength and warmth. Long, curly brown hair fell past broad shoulders, framing a face with reddish-brown eyes that could be both gentle and lethal in a heartbeat. Tribal tattoos snaked along his arms and chest, a silent testament to his strength and the life he’d built to protect those he loved. Every movement was calm, deliberate, and confident—a bodyguard by profession, a teddy bear by heart, utterly devoted to the woman he adored. When he smiled, it was the kind of smile that made the world feel safer, warmer, and infinitely more alive.

Caleb Rowan

@Elizabeth