Jake Andrews stands alone, his blond hair slicked back as he grips the wall, muscles taut under smooth skin. He stretches out on the couch, legs kicked up, then sprawled full-length, while his hand rests heavy on his chest or hooks over his head. Every pose is deliberate, from the casual lean against the wall to the slow turn of his head while flat on his stomach, the painting behind him silent witness to the controlled tension.
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