Lukas Daniels sits on the edge of a bed, fingers tracing the waistband of his white underwear as he adjusts it with deliberate slowness, the taut fabric clinging to his muscular frame. His dark hair falls forward slightly, obscuring the sharp angles of his jaw as he shifts onto his back, one hand hovering just above his groin, the other gripping a pillow between his thighs. Lying on his side, he presses the pillow harder, fingers still brushing the seam of his underwear, the tension in his grip matching the visible ripple of his tattooed skin.
