Trevor Ridge stands in the woods, his blond hair catching the dappled light as he squats low, gripping a branch while his slim frame bends forward. The trees frame him from every angle, his clean-shaven jaw sharp against the rough bark as he shifts his weight, one hand resting on the ground. The greenery swallows him whole, no one else is there, just the quiet stillness of his poses, each one deliberate, each one exposed.
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