Black text on a pale gold gradient background. The text reads: It wasn't just his body—though the man looked like a bloody Adonis—but the way Kyle carried himself. How he looked at home in his own skin, confident with his own strength, like he didn't doubt his body's ability to do. And Ghost—well. He'd never felt that. Not… not like this. He wasn't stupid—he knew his body performed. It functioned and obeyed, a weapon and a tool and a vessel carved in blood and shadow. But it never quite felt like his. And sure, maybe if he'd been a little less scarred, a little less roughed up around the edges, he'd be something worth looking at— —but no matter what, he'd never measure up to the man giving it his all on the rope wall. He'd never move the way Kyle did, like he was born to take up space, like he belonged in the air around them. Ghost had spent years training himself to disappear. Kyle? Kyle lit up the goddamn sky.
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