The blond, broad-shouldered man presses his palms into his own chest, muscles flexing as he leans forward over the surface, his smooth skin catching the light. His blue swim trunks ride low, barely containing the strength in his frame as he shifts his weight, hips angled just enough to tease. From every angle, his torso dominates, ribs cutting sharp beneath the skin, the wall behind him a blank backdrop for the way he holds himself, all tension and control.
