Todd Morris stands in the gym, his blond hair slicked back over a body carved from iron, tattoos tracing his arms like battle scars. He grips the barbell with hands that split the weight in half, flexing until his pecs ripple like waves, then drops into a deep stretch, arms locked overhead as his muscles strain against the limit. Every pose, hips flared, thighs pressed, side profile sharp, is a flex, a challenge to the eye, his body a temple of sweat and precision. The barbell rests heavy in his grip, but his focus is on the mirror, where the truth of his effort burns.
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