Mike Cole’s broad shoulders press against the wall, his knuckles white where they grip his hip as Milan Sharp’s dark hair catches the angled light, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw. The blond’s muscular frame looms behind him, fingers flexing as if ready to pull him closer, just a hint of tension in the way his weight shifts. The side lighting carves them both in shadow and gold, turning their poses into something deliberate, something that demands you look twice.
