Jason Kingsley stands shirtless in the heat, his tattooed chest glistening as he adjusts the collar of his still-damp shirt, the hard hat area sign looming behind him. Kent Larson watches from the shadows, bearded and broad-shouldered, arms crossed over his own muscular frame as the fabric slips free. The shirt falls away entirely, leaving only skin and the weight of unspoken dominance in the air.
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