Omar Azaro stands shirtless in the city’s gritty light, his arms flexed to show off the hard ridges of his chest, the camouflage of his sleeveless shirt clinging to his shoulders. He leans against a door frame, hands on hips, then crosses his arms as if daring you to look closer at the way his muscles ripple under the faded print. The urban backdrop fades behind him, but his focus stays sharp, every pose, every flex, a deliberate display of strength and control.
