Frank Fox posing naked

Frank Fox stands in a suit and tie, his muscles flexing under tailored fabric before he strips it off, first the jacket, then the tie, which he loops around his neck like a collar before letting it slip free. Kneeling on the floor, he spreads his legs wide against the couch, his body angled just enough to show the sharp lines of his thighs and the way his hands grip the edge of the furniture. The tie, now discarded, lingers only in the memory of how it tightened around his throat before he shed it entirely, leaving him bare.