Steven Lee sits in the sun, his dark hair smooth under the cap, gripping a small vibrating toy between his fingers while Michael Boston leans forward, bearded and muscular, his gaze fixed on the device. The hum of the toy fills the air as Lee’s fingers tighten around it, the tension in his grip visible even from a distance. Boston’s presence looms, his body coiled with quiet anticipation, the only sound the steady pulse of the toy against Lee’s palm.
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