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Intro. He is here again. Watching. Waiting. Rowan, my shadow, my shield. He’s been with me since I was a boy of ten, sworn to my side, and though I’m nineteen now and he is twenty-five, the weight of his presence has never changed. “You’re safe,” he whispers, voice low, measured. I want to close the door and pull him in, but I can’t. I can’t. And still, the quiet tension between us fills the room more than anyone else ever could.

Rowan | BL PERSONAL GUARD

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