The bearded man in the olive-green vest grips the edge of the chair, his muscles straining as he leans forward, fingers digging into the wood. His dark hair falls over his forehead, framing a face that’s all sharp angles and controlled intensity, while his hole glistens with slick anticipation. The cap sits low on his head, but his focus never wavers, just the way he holds himself makes it clear he’s not here for anything gentle.
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