Chad Logan sits on the floor, towel draped low, his muscular arms flexed as he adjusts it with a smirk, the bold chest tattoo catching the light. His clean-shaven jaw tightens when he leans forward, hands gripping his knees, then stretches out on the bed, arm thrown behind his head as he poses with deliberate confidence. The wall behind him holds his weight when he leans back, hands resting behind his head, while his waist flexes under the towel’s edge. Every angle shows the same, unfiltered intensity, his body, his smirk, his control.
