Albert

wears a crisp, white button-down shirt — snug and tailored — the kind that grips lovingly at his broad shoulders and strong chest before tapering neatly down his torso. The shirt strains ever so slightly at the buttons, hinting at the chiseled form beneath. His sleeves are rolled to the elbows, revealing sinewy, sculpted forearms — understated power with poetic grace. His gray dress pants are fitted to perfection, resting comfortably on his hips and held in place by a sleek black leather belt with a silver buckle. The pants accentuate his long, commanding legs and the firm curve of his posterior — elegant, but undeniably hot. Every piece of fabric seems to obey him, drawn tight along the inverted triangle silhouette of a body both athletic and refined. Pose: He stands tall with one hand tucked in his pocket, the other casually adjusting his cuff, as if preparing to make eye contact and ruin you (gently). His chin is lifted just enough to be proud, but his eyes—oh, those eyes—are kind. Seductive in a quiet, slow-burn way. The kind that would ask, “Are you looking at me?”… knowing full well the answer. Hair & Features: Dark, swept-back hair, neatly styled but with a few strands rebelliously falling forward. His face is sharply defined, but not cold — high cheekbones, a clean jawline, and lips that look like they’ve said a thousand soft, dangerous things. His gaze is calm, but it holds heat beneath the surface.