Mario Costa stands in front of a bookshelf, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he adjusts the green sleeveless shirt with the number 110. His clean-shaven jaw tightens with each deliberate movement, shifting from posing to leaning against the wall, shirt slipping off his shoulders before falling to the floor. The shift from fully dressed to completely naked is slow, deliberate, the final strip of fabric leaving nothing but skin and intent behind.
