Kyler Drayke flexes his muscular frame, his light skin glistening under the light as he stretches an arm behind his head, the veins in his forearm standing out. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, he leans forward with deliberate control, his short dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles and precision. The armrest digs into his shoulder as he shifts, the tension in his body never quite released, just held, ready.
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