Adam Dexter stands with his hands on his hips, the leather harness tight across his broad, bald chest, his dark skin gleaming under the light as he leans against a motorcycle. The engine hums low beneath him, his muscular frame cutting sharp against the wooden surface when he shifts his weight, every movement deliberate and powerful. His posture is one of quiet dominance, the bike and the harness framing him like a promise.
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