Steve Arbor

Steve Arbor stands pressed against a wall, his dark hair framing a lean, smooth body as he shifts his weight from hip to thigh, hand to chest, each pose sharp and deliberate. The kitchen behind him hums with appliances, but his focus is on the camera, one arm raised, another stretched taut, fingers tracing his own skin like he’s measuring the space between them. Every angle captures the tension in his muscles, the way his body bends just enough to make the light catch the curve of his back.