Curtis Reid stretches his muscular frame across the couch, towel clutched tight as he leans back with deliberate ease, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and controlled tension. One arm rests behind him, fingers flexing as he adjusts the fabric just so, while the other stretches lazily toward the floor, the couch’s worn leather creaking under his weight. The plants in the background blur into soft green, but the focus is on the way his muscles ripple beneath the towel, taut and deliberate, as if every movement is a slow, deliberate claim.
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