Gangster Fuck 142

The bearded man with the tattooed knuckles grips the camera steady while the other two, broad-shouldered and close-cropped, lean in for a shot, one’s fingers flexing around the lens as the other’s grip tightens on the strap. The workshop’s rough concrete floor and exposed pipes frame them, the light cutting sharp through the open door. They don’t look away, just adjust their stance, the camera’s flash catching the sweat on their forearms.