Roman Capellini stretches across the sheets, his lean frame taut as he arches his tattooed back, one arm raised like a challenge while the other bends beneath him, fingers digging into the yellow pillow. His light brown hair falls unevenly over his shoulders as he shifts from his side to his stomach, hips lifting just enough to expose the stretch of his asshole. The floral bedding creases under his weight, marking every position he holds, hands behind his head, elbows digging in, arms stretched wide, each one a deliberate pause before the next.
