J Howling gets wild

J Howling adjusts his red tie with deliberate precision, the fabric taut against his muscular chest before he strips it off in one swift motion. Standing shirtless near a railing, he grips the tie like a leash, his dark hair catching the light as he poses with it draped loosely around his neck. The greenery behind him blurs into the background, but his focus stays sharp, on the way the tie slides free, on the way his body parts from it entirely.