art Mancave Interlude He leans over the table, muscles tight, cue sliding smooth in his grip. Every shot is a flex, every glance a dare — and the real game isn’t pool at all.
art 40 Acres and Two Horses Shirt off, jeans gone, he leans into the saddle like he owns more than the land. The night rides with him — strong, bare, and built for putting in work.
