Theo Ford stands with his broad, tattooed chest flexed, his dark hair slicked back as he strips off his shirt to reveal the defined muscles of his torso. Gabriel Cross, bearded and leaner, watches with sharp focus as Theo’s hands work the fabric away, the contrast of their builds sharp against the stark background. The air hums with anticipation as Theo’s fingers trail down his own body, exposing every ridge of his nude form before turning to pose, one man’s strength framed by the other’s intent gaze.
