David Zayn grips a rose between his fingers, his dark hair framing a muscular chest covered in ink as he stands still, the petals pressed tight against his palm. The weight of the flower contrasts with the sharp lines of his tattoos, his clean-shaven jaw set in quiet focus. His grip never loosens, the rose held just so, no movement, no hesitation.
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