A massively overbuilt, hyper-muscular young man stands in a glowing gala ballroom, his obscene size stretching a scarlet satin shirt far past its limits. The fabric clings desperately to his swollen chest, every curve and bulge straining the buttons to the edge of surrender. His broad stance, thick neck, and smug, irresistible expression make him look fully aware of the chaos he’s causing. Warm chandelier light slicks across his pumped pecs, veiny arms, and tight green trousers, giving him a sinful, larger-than-life presence that dominates the room.

The Shirt Never Stood a Chance

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