Xander Ridge leans against the wall, fingers tracing his jaw as he strips off his shirt, the fabric pooling at his feet before he drops it. His slight build makes every movement deliberate, the light skin catching the sheen of sweat as he shifts onto the bed, mirroring himself in the hand mirror while running a hand through his short hair. The pose lingers, one hand on his head, the other brushing his face, before he sits up, bracing himself on his elbows as the camera lingers on the way his body shifts.
