The blond, broad-shouldered man presses his taut stomach against the wall, fingers gripping a thick leather strap as his muscles ripple under smooth, sun-kissed skin. His short hair catches the light, framing a face that looks like it was carved from stone, every line sharp, every vein defined. The strap cuts into his palm, his grip unyielding as he holds himself steady, the only movement the slow, deliberate shift of his weight.
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