Gio Lockwood stands with his tattooed left arm flexed, the inked design sharp against his sun-kissed skin as he leans into the door frame, muscles rippling under the light. His clean-shaven jaw tightens when he stretches out on the green bedding, fingers digging into the sheets as he arches his back, then grins directly into the camera with an unguarded smirk. Every pose, from the deliberate flex to the lazy sprawl, shows off his built frame, the way his body moves like it was made for display.
