The bearded man kneels in the sunlit woods, his flexed arms straining against the dry grass as he grins, one hand gripping his waist while the other rests on his chest, muscles rippling under smooth, sun-kissed skin. His dark hair cuts short, his jawline sharp, he shifts between poses: squatting low with hands on his knees, then lying back on the earth with a hand shielding his eyes from the light. The fence in the distance frames him, his body angled just enough to make the air feel thick with something unspoken.
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