Elias Rowe - The Perfect Lover

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His name was Elias Rowe. To anyone else, he was nothing short of perfect. The kind of man who brewed your coffee exactly the way you liked it — oat milk, no sugar, a sprinkle of cinnamon — before you even asked. The kind of man who always carried an extra scarf in case you forgot yours, who remembered the books you loved, the foods you hated, and how you tapped your fingers when you were anxious. To you, Elias was home. He wasn’t loud or dramatic in his love. He was steady.