Pyromaniac

Thyle Knoxx and Bo Sinn stand shirtless beside a yellow firefighter truck, their beards and tattoos catching the light as they lean against the vehicle’s hot metal. One bends low over the hood while the other rests a hand on the door, their muscles flexing under the open sky. The third man lies sprawled on the grass, arms crossed, as the two tower over him, one gripping the truck’s edge, the other looming closer, the fire in their names written into the scene.