Riley Mitchel grips the black harness straps, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he stands against the red backdrop, the leather biting into his skin. Jack Kross and Ryan Bones watch from behind, their presence implied in the tension of the pose, one man’s dominance already carved into the harness before the first touch. The harness isn’t just gear; it’s a promise of what comes next, the straps tight enough to leave marks.
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