Vince Ferelli stands shirtless against the wall, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he shifts his weight, robe half-open to reveal the tight lines of his torso. The exercise ball sits beside him, unused, while his fingers curl around a cup, then he drops it, crouching low to balance on one knee before straightening with deliberate control. Every pose locks him in place, from the lean against the wall to the squat, all of it measured, all of it deliberate.
