In the bathroom

David Scott stands under the spray, his dark hair slicked back as he leans against the tiled wall, arms raised in a stretch that arches his lean frame. The shower’s steam clings to his clean-shaven jaw while he shifts into a hip thrust, then squats low before straightening with arms pulled taut above his head. Every pose is sharp, no movement between them, just the quiet tension of a body caught mid-motion against the cold tiles.