Lucas Knight strips in front of a brick wall, his muscular frame bare under the polo shirt he peels away, the fabric clinging to his chest before slipping free. The sunlight catches his blond hair as he stands naked, one hand resting on his hip, the other tracing the lines of his own body. Every pose is deliberate, shoulders squared, arms flexed, the way his abs tighten when he shifts his weight. The wall behind him stays silent, but his body doesn’t.
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