Darian Rose overstayed Visa

Darian Rose grips the whip, his shaved head gleaming under the gym lights as he strikes the padded bench with deliberate force, the leather crackling against the black and blue undergarments that cling to his muscular arms. His tattooed back flexes as he leans into the equipment, arms spread wide or crossed over his chest, each pose sharp with controlled power. The whip cuts through the air again, the only sound in the room as he raises his arms high, the muscles in his shoulders straining against the tension.