Manuel Melia stands in front of the gold-framed mirror, his dark hair slicked back, muscles rippling as he flexes with deliberate precision. Hands grip his hips or rest atop his head, each pose sharp and controlled, the indoor lighting carving every defined line of his smooth, toned body. The furniture beneath him, barely visible, holds his weight as he shifts, every movement calculated, every flex a promise of what follows.
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