Lincoln Hall's bath

Lincoln Hall sits shirtless on the toilet, his light brown hair framing a smooth, lean body as the second man frames him with the camera, no distance, just the cold glow of the bathroom lights. The shower curtain sways behind him, half-drawn, while he leans against the wall, fingers tracing the edge of the bathtub before crouching low, his posture loose and deliberate. Every pose is deliberate, every angle calculated, the only sound the click of the shutter.