Roque Rems strips down from his yellow underwear, his olive skin and dark hair glistening as he stretches across the couch, muscles flexing with every slow, deliberate pose. The tattoos on his chest and arms trace the lines of his body as he shifts, one hand resting on the couch’s edge, the other brushing through his hair. Every movement is deliberate, every angle calculated, his nude form framed against the background, the only sound his breath catching between poses.
