Lance Alexander’s dark hair glistens under the sun as he stands bare-chested on the sand, his muscular frame flexing near towering palm trees, while Diego Sans in blue shorts watches from a few feet away. The tide laps at their feet as Alexander adjusts his grip, his body angled toward the camera with deliberate, unhurried control. The beach stretches empty behind them, the only movement the way his muscles tense as he holds himself just so.
