Dave Angelo stands in the woods, his muscular arms flexed as he leans against a white railing, tattoos on his back glinting under the light. His clean-shaven jaw tightens as he stretches upward, fingers gripping the rail, then bends forward with deliberate control, hands brushing his face. The railing cuts into his palms as he poses with hands on hips, every movement deliberate, every line of his body sharp.
