Max Campbell sits in a wooden chair, his blond hair slicked back, fingers brushing the zipper of his jeans as his muscular frame strains against the black shirt. The way his hand lingers near his groin suggests more than just idle rest, it’s a quiet, deliberate tension, the kind that doesn’t need words. The chair creaks under his weight, framing the, unfiltered focus of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.
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