Solitude in Gold

The afternoon sun spilled through the blinds, painting his toned body in warm stripes of gold. Shirtless and alone, he stretched across the rumpled sheets, fingertips brushing his own chest—slow, absent touches. The air was thick with quiet, just the sound of his breath and the distant city hum.
He closed his eyes, sunlight kissing his skin. No expectations, no one to perform for. Just him, the heat, and the weightless freedom of being exactly where he wanted to be. The camera drank him in: the sweat on his collarbone, the way his abs tensed as he arched into the light.
Alone never felt so electric.
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