He doesn’t enter, the room shifts.

Built in presence as much as physique, he moves like everything’s already under control. Calm, steady, unreadable. The mark across his chest feels earned. 

 sharp, raw, untouchable.

And the kisses?
Not soft. Not random.
They’re traces of attention he never asked for — but always gets.

In the gym or out, it’s the same energy: focused, magnetic, impossible to ignore.

This tank doesn’t dress him.
It defines him.

Strong without trying.
Magnetic without asking.