Mac Dawson stands in the sunlight, his dark hair tied back with a red headband, tattoos tracing the lean lines of his arms as he poses against a weathered wooden structure. The angle of his body, the way his fingers flex slightly, makes every curve of his muscles sharp and deliberate. The light catches the ink on his skin, turning it into something more than decoration, just another part of what he offers. You don’t need to guess what’s next; you already know.
