photo #206118

I’m lounging on my couch like I own the damn place—because I do. Arms up, hitting that double-biceps flex: thick peaks carved sharp, veins snaking across, chest and abs stacked like armored plates. Blue shorts stretched tight over my heavy quads and glutes, dark socks planted firm. Beard trimmed, smirk locked, eyes straight through the lens. I don’t need to pose for anybody’s approval. I just sit here, relaxed, radiating control. This is what real power looks like—unapologetic, in charge, and completely at ease.