Kent Logan flexes in tight poses, his dark hair framing a muscular frame that stretches from hands gripping his chest to arms raised behind his head, every angle sharp with definition. The white cloth slung over his shoulder doesn’t hide the way his muscles ripple when he shifts his weight, hips jutting forward in a pose that makes the towel dip just enough to hint at the work beneath. His clean-shaven jaw and light skin contrast with the taut lines of his body, each frame locking in the way his arms lock behind his back or his hands rest on hips, no softness, just the unbroken tension of a body built for display.
