Gianluigi Volti goes to Rio

Gianluigi Volti stretches across the bed, his tattoos rippling as he arches his back to flex, muscles taut against the white sheets. The outdoor light cuts through the room, framing his dark hair and clean-shaven jaw as he shifts into every pose, bent over, kneeling, sprawled on his stomach. Every movement is deliberate, every angle calculated, his body a study in controlled power.