Jimmy Durano sits on the edge of the bed, his dark hair falling forward as he unbuttons his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal his smooth, muscular chest. His hand drifts down to his crotch, fingers tracing the outline before he lies back, legs spread wide, the patterned bedspread beneath him. The green backdrop with red and black stripes frames him as he fully removes his shirt, his body relaxed yet open, every movement deliberate.
