Luke Garrett stands on the wet sand, his bare chest glistening under the sun, muscles rippling as he adjusts the loose orange swim trunks that barely contain his frame. The rough rocks behind him frame his silhouette, sharp against the endless horizon where the sea meets the sky. His hands grip the fabric just enough to keep it from slipping, the tension in his fingers matching the defined ridges of his abdomen. The beach stretches empty around him, but his presence alone makes the scene.
