Stephen Angel sits on the couch, his muscular frame stretched out as he leans back, the light from a lamp cutting through the flower-patterned wallpaper behind him. He peels off his clothes, his clean-shaven jaw tight with focus as he moves from the couch to the bed, his dark hair falling forward. The way he stretches out, his body relaxed yet deliberate, makes it clear what comes next, his hand already guiding himself toward the edge.
