Leo Rocca bends low over the pool edge, his arms flexed hard as he grips the concrete, water glinting off his tan skin. The sun catches the sweat on his chest, his dark hair damp from the edge of the water, while his clean-shaven jaw tightens with every controlled movement. He smirks, fingers tracing his own face as he leans in just enough to make the muscles in his arms ripple. The poolside plants blur behind him, but his focus stays sharp, every flex, every shift of weight, is deliberate.
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