Owen sits shirtless on a chair, his lean frame flexing as he traces the red heart tattoo on his chest with a finger, the necklace in its thin frames catching the light. He strips slowly, the fabric slipping from his body until he’s bare, then shifts to the couch, his back arched as he leans against the wall, one hand resting on his head. Later, he lies sprawled across the bed, the same tattoo visible again as he moves, the only sound his breath and the faint rustle of sheets.
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