Ryan Stack flexes his arms, inked with bold designs, while his shirt stays open just enough to tease the hard planes of his chest. His fingers dig into his hips, head tilted back as he stretches the muscles in his back, every pose sharp with deliberate control. The waistband of his pants rides low, thumbs hooked in just to keep them from falling. Dark hair frames a face that’s all sharp angles, the clean-shaven jaw set with quiet intensity.
