Dean Phoenix stretches across the wood, his dark hair falling forward as he grips his head with one hand while the other rests on his chest, muscles flexing under taut skin. The tattoo on his left arm stands out as he shifts from leaning back with arms behind his head to pressing his palms into the surface, hips tilting or shoulders rolling. Every pose keeps him close to the wood, hands on his face, arms crossed, or raised, his body angled just enough to make the tension visible.
